I know. You think I’m looking at pictures of my kids when they were little. Right?
Or pictures of the dogs I’ve loved and lost. Or the career I’ve left behind.
You think this is one of those sweet, poignant, tender posts about watching the next generation come of age and take the places that ours once held.
Any of those would have made wonderful blog posts, I’m sure. But this one is much more mundane.
Because this morning I got up and showered. I had my lovely iced coffee and then headed off to see my 89 year old mom. But before I left the house, where the dogs were snoozing on the couch and the husband was snoozing in the bed, I did what needed to be done.
I made sure that I peed before embarking on the hour and a half trip. I made sure that I put in some eye drops so I’d be able to actually see the road before me.
And I took my meds.
I grabbed my weekly pill minder and flipped open the tab for “Saturday AM”. I plopped the blood pressure pill, the fish oil and the multivitamin into my palm and swallowed them with a nice glass of cold water.
Then I looked at the pill minder.
It was just about empty.
I was completely shocked. Now, I knew that I fill said pill minder every Sunday morning. And intellectually, I knew that Sunday would be tomorrow.
Didn’t I JUST FILL THIS STUPID THING?!
Wasn’t last Sunday morning only 20 minutes ago?
What the hell.
How did a full week go by without me even noticing it???????
I grumbled to myself. I cursed a little (OK< you define “a little”). I went out to the car and off to visit Mom.
Cuz, ya know. She’s OLD. I’m in my prime.
I’m definitely in the prime of that time when you measure the passage of the weeks by the need to refill your stupid, damn pill minder.
This whole getting old thing? Yeah.
Not for me.
Gotta go. The blood pressure pills are calling and the fibromyalgia meds are singing my name.