Although only 36, my daily needs for pharmaceutical assistance seems to be growing exponentially. Granted, it is largely due to the psychotic, indecisive weather we’ve been having lately, but still the collection seems to grow by the day.
In an effort to shave valuable seconds off of my usual morning rush-around routine, I have begun setting out this plethora of daily meds the night before. I open each impenetrable child (AND adult) proof bottle and count out the colorful pills that will assist me on the next day’s journey.
Sitting in the bottom of my cereal bowl, they strongly resemble a handful of Skittles. They exist in a myriad of shapes and colors and look rather enticing as though they might actually be sort of yummy…
- The red one bolsters my immune system, gives me energy and helps to naturally regulate my central nervous system.
- The pink one keeps my eyes from watering, nose from running and throat from itching.
- The orange one enables me to breathe with my mouth closed.
- The peach one calms me down and takes me to my “happy place” whenever I choose to go.
- The yellow one works to eradicate the infection that has taken up residence in my sinuses and inner ear.
- The green one acts as an herbal crutch that claims to stave off the troubles of an immune system crippled by the violently swinging weather patterns this time of year.(The jury is still out on whether or not this one even works.)
- The blue one allows me to walk amongst the living relatively pain-free.
- And the purple one… well that one is for everyone who comes within 50 feet of me. It pretty much protects them from my misguided wrath, inappropriate emotional outbursts and/or tears.
Needless to say, I am looking forward to Mother Nature making up her damn mind about whether it is summer or still spring or winter or what-the-hell-ever . But until then, I’ll fill up a glass of water each morning and continue to taste the rainbow. Trust me, it really is best for all of us.
One thought on “Taste the Rainbow”
This reminds me of a poem I came across one day whilst doing research for my medication administration unit at uni. However, needless to say, I’m only 18 and I can relate to this poem. Is that bad? 😛
A row of bottles on the shelf
Caused me to stop and analyse myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it wont stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they wont shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I’m happy when I’m not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
and tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I wont fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I’d really like to know….
Is what tells each one where to go