Because of my extensive neurological history, I’m the
only kid I know of who, at fourteen years old, was taking as much medication as
his grandpa. It was so awkward when he came to visit, we’d both stroll into the
kitchen each morning, pour our pill bottles all over the kitchen table like a
couple of really educated, distinguished looking drug dealers. We'd both look down at what appeared to be the result of the most poorly chaperoned children's Halloween night ever. So began the
world series of pill popping poker, the high stakes health insurance hassle
health hazard hold ‘em. I’ll see your 600 milligrams of arthritis medication
with 300 milligrams of seizure medication taken twice a day and raise you one
gal stone dissolver. Grandpa narrows his eyes, whether out of intensity or sheer
senility I don’t know. “Let’s make this interesting, shall we? I match your bet
with a cholesterol medication and I’m gonna throw in my memory pill to keep you
honest. Alright, I’m gonna throw in my mens vitamin gramps! Grandpa's like "ok, I
didn’t wanna do this, but here’s my memorymedication that needs to be taken…....."
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