I used to think people aged gradually over time, bit-by-bit, day-by-day.
I was wrong. You wander along, feeling like YOU, not thinking about your age or the calendar until you have a moment of clarity. These moments smack you upside, downside, and in every other direction. You’re not prepared for them. You think, WHOA! When did THAT happen?
This morning’s moment of clarity hit me while I was drinking my morning
pot cup of coffee. Like a lot of folks, I take pills everyday. Nothing serious, but there’s a daily multivitamin, a few supplements, etc. I don’t know what’s going on, maybe it’s habit that’s making me sleep-walk through my daily pill-taking routine, but I’ve been having a LOT more, “Did I take my pills?” mornings/evenings. I know this kind of thing happens to everyone. That’s NOT what aged me.
I had an epiphany. I thought, “Hey! I’ll just pick up one of those pill organizers. Problem solved.” In my mind, this was NOT a sign that I’m getting older. It’s not a sign that I need start yelling at kids to get off my lawn. No. This was me, behaving in a practical manner. Grownups are practical, right? Accidentally taking the wrong dose of pills? NOT practical.
I’ll admit, I may have gotten a little cocky. “Look at me, being a practical adult! I can adult with the best of them. Adult! Adult! ADULT!”
So, I popped onto Amazon’s website, and I typed in: pill organizer.
And I see this beauty:
I think, “This is GREAT! Look at how organized this is!” (The deluxe version has a reminder timer.) I am jazzed by my find. I think, “AWESOME! I’ll only have to load up this bad boy once a month.” This is about as close as this Perfectionist will ever get to “one and done” when it comes to pill organizing. I’m about to order it, thinking, “Where can I put this baby where it will be convenient, but not get in the way…”
And it hits me.
This is not a cute Hello Kitty pill organizer that I can shove in my purse when I’m on my way out the door. This is NOT the VW Bug of pill organizers. No. This is a Winnebago. It’s the Monolith. It’s Pill Organizers Gone Wild—Uncensored. This is like looking for a tiny sporty-car with two seats, and finding yourself Jonesing for an eighteen-seat church bus.
There’s NOTHING wrong with this organizer. For a lot of people, this is EXACTLY what they need. But I don’t usually WANT pill organizers roughly the same size as the bathroom of my last apartment. It’s like “Bow ties are cool,” or “Accordions are cool.”
But what does that say about me?
PS I think I also found my future walker. It’s candy-apple red, with chrome trim, and flames painted on the legs. (So it goes faster.) Yes, Juli. You. Are. Old. 😉
Thanks again, Bernadette over at Haddon Musings! (Waving Hi!!!)
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