Take the Pills
“Take the pills. They’re supposed to help you,” she said.
The pills looked familiar to me. The kitchen windows had that morning light blue glow. I like that time. “Why are there so many of them?”
“Because the doctor said you have to take all of them,” she said. “We have to go through this almost every day.”
I looked at her. “I just like to know is all.” I took the small medicine cup full of pills. Some of them were kind of pretty to look at and had cool shapes. A mouthful of water and I swallowed them all at once.
“I would choke on all of that,” she said.
“Practice makes perfect I guess. You want to try it?”
“What do they all do?” I asked.
“Pain, vitamins, memory, joint pain, inflammation, and a lot of other things.” She was annoyed.
“Any side effects?”
“Pain, memory loss, joint pain, swelling, loss of eye sight…,” she said.
“Great. And I take this every morning?”
She nodded. “And night. I have to go.”
I went and typed, and typed, and typed some more. The windows changed from peaceful blue to angry orange white.
“Here are your meds?”
“Why are there so many?” I asked.
She sighed. “Because the doctor said you have to take them all…”
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