You know, I remember when I was young(er) and was trying to help my mother care for my father. She was in the process of filling Dad's pill boxes and I asked her how many pills he took daily. I don't remember, exactly, it must have been 7 or 8 and I thot, "Wow," I hope I never have to take that many.
Well, I don't take that many, but my Dr. gave me another daily pill last Friday. Now, I take 6. She gave me a medication to help prevent the cluster headaches. Ick.
I guess I shouldn't complain, a couple of those pills are actually keeping me alive - the others I might be able to do with out, but I'd be sick all the time.
The sad thing is that I was watching tv this afternoon and watched a commercial that said heart attacks are the #1 killer and strokes are #3, then encouraged the viewers to watch a documentary on pay-per-view to find out how to avoid them. Seriously?
I've been living on borrowed time since I was 27 years old - not that I'm complaining, but no one is going to avoid everything and if we could, we'd all live forever. We are all living longer, thus the new lack of social security for all the baby boomers, etc.
Okay, I'm babbling, gotta go take a shower and take that "other" pill.