A few years ago I dropped in to my friends’ house around lunch time. I had no conscious intent to stay for a meal but quite naturally being the nice people they are, they invited me to stay for a bite. I did.
The table was already set so in a matter of minutes my place was laid out too. At that time my health was absolutely super_not an ache nor a pain! Other than a few missing back teeth all parts were present and accounted for. Blood pressure was normal, sugar levels good, cholesterol hadn’t taken up residence. And I was as smug as a lottery winner.
There were three place settings at the table each fully equipped with a fork, knife , spoon, dinner plate , side plate and glass ( tumbler in Newfoundland) . Oh ! I must not forget the napkin. But just to the left of two settings lay a couple of unusual accessories. Each was a five inch plastic container that had seven small compartments covered with a snap down lid. Immediately I identified them as pill receptacles. Oh dear, I thought. These were not my parents I was eating with. This was my university buddy and her partner. This was my peer. Actually she was a couple of years younger than me. And her partner was not much older.
There was no doubt about it. I was entering another life phase. It was a revelation to me. My friends were getting older. I was too. Just a matter of time before I would be awarded my plastic container. And then what? A cane, a wheelchair? Depends? I just wouldn’t think about it.
This morning, as I opened my container that sits on the window ledge above the sink, next to the spider plant, and African Violet I became aware of the swift passage of time. I have this thought every Sunday morning in particular. That is when I do my routine refills.. calcium, vitamin D, Zantac, Crestor. It seems that I have just filled up the little cubicles and in a matter of hours it has to be done again. While this thought goes through my mind I think what if at each fill- up I lost one pound. How slim I would be. Would the time seem longer then if I dieted from one pill week to the next? I should try that. Well they say when life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
Next refill I will be one pound less.