We had one of those inevitable conversations couples our age have from time to time. Much as I hate to discuss ailments and what we do about them, under certain circumstance they can be a source of much laughter.
Dinner tonight was an example of the genre, if you could call it such.
The conversation started innocently enough over dinner with friends at a local deli. We briefly discussed problems navigating through emails, without solving anything. Then, for a reason that escapes me, we started talking about digestive problems and the remedies we favored to deal with them. Maybe it was the pastrami sandwiches that ignited the topic. It really doesn't matter but we did go around the block a bit on who took what and why to much amusement.
Next, it was pills. Who took what and when and how do you keep track of them. We use one system, our friends another. The woman said her husband was very good about taking his morning and evening pills but sometimes forgot his lunchtime doses.
We suggested a lazy Susan-type dispenser with a clock face and pill receptacles at 9, Noon and 6 p.m. Sort of like pill roulette. Spin the Susan and if you got the right time you took your pill. If you missed you did without. (I suppose you could rig it so you always won. Call it the house's edge.)
Which brought up this subject: say you occasionally skip a certain pill, as my friend has done. His doctor once asked him if he noticed any difference if he missed one. He said “not really.” So he now has a new objective: seeing how many pills he can eliminate without causing any distress. I don't think he was kidding.
If you don't laugh at this stuff you could drive yourself nuts. It's one way of muddling through.
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