I can not, for the LIFE of me, remember if I took my medicine this morning.
I can remember a very lengthy session of trying to get Sunny to take a pill for her stomach upset. She couldn’t figure out how to get it to go down, though I swear she has taken this very pill before. She kept spitting it out or getting it in her cheek. It took about 15 minutes and various methods for it to get to the safety of her stomach.
I can remember waking up with a KILLER headache and taking 2 ibuprofen and a tylenol. I’m waiting to see if that works before I bust out my favorite Canadian headache remedy, the 222, and a whiskey on the rocks. Mmmmm, makes a yummy brunch.
But did I take my magic little blue pill this morning? The one that keeps me from freaking and crying and wishing I was at the bottom of the ocean, any damn ocean, with giant fish and nurse sharks and crabs feasting on my lifeless body. Did I take that one? A friend of mine once told me that when she takes her magic pill, she says to herself, “my happy place!” because its funny and it helps her remember that she has taken the said magic pill. I have actually adopted this method. It works very well. Unless you FORGET TO SAY IT. Then you are pretty much screwed.
