Every morning I put our vitamins out in two little cups and leave them on the kitchen counter. I'm practicing to be a really old lady. To my little cup I add my two prescription meds. Paul manages whatever meds he takes on his own in his bathroom. I don't take mine until after I have some breakfast.Last week after Paul had left for work I picked up my cup and it was empty. I didn't think I'd already taken them which means, holy crap, Paul took my medication. I wasn't concerned about the vitamins and one of the meds but I thought he might have a reaction to the other one.
I hurriedly dialed his cell and asked, Did you take my pills? His answer was..Yeah, when I realized what I'd done I spit them out. I thought about just swallowing them but was afraid I'd be taking one of your girly pills.
Girly pills? Seriously? For a moment there I was wishing he had swallowed the medication and gotten a reaction. But all I said was Nice going. That prescription has a $50 co-pay and you just spit one into the trash.
