O<\/span><\/p>\n ne of things about myself that never ceases to amaze me, is just how dense I am. People often wonder why I am so self-deprecating. Simple answer, the content is never-ending.<\/p>\n I take quite a bit of medicines. No, none of it is good or happy meds that anyone would want or desire. Nonetheless, I have to take it throughout the day and am told by providers to distribute said medications accordingly. Subsequently, I have been using a pill-minder for years. Not just “A” pill-minder, rather I’m probably on my 3rd one by now. At any rate, once a week it’s time to re-fill this tackle box with my stock of medications.<\/p>\n Invariably, my big fat sausage link fingers, thanks father, have difficulty dropping the correct pills into the correct time of day slots. I cannot recall how many times I have accidentally dropped a pill into the wrong day or time. For YEARS, I have struggled with my giant fingers to fish out the incorrect pill. I’d have to wet a fingertip or get up and go find tweezers to retrieve the rogue medicine.<\/p>\n Then, after at least 18 years of this I FINALLY had a revelation. Yes, it took that long, see what I deal with on a daily basis? Somehow, someway, the other day when I had a pill fall into the wrong slot it finally dawned on my small, barely able to function male-brain, that I could remove the DAY and turn it over with the needed time slot opened to retrieve the wrong pill.<\/p>\n Why did this take me so long? I got this type of pill-minder years ago so I could take a day at at time to work with me. What is wrong with me? Don’t answer that.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.midwesternmeditations.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/MMeM_S15E31a.jpg\")
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