I wonder how our distant ancestors made it through life without their pills. There was no Walgreen’s on the corner or CVS to pump them up when they were down.
Today most folks have a prescription or two to take for such inconveniences as high blood pressure, over the top cholesterol, depression, achy joints,etc. (you fill in the blank). I take a pill for extra calcium, Vitamin C, Vitamin D, and Ginko Biloba (but can’t remember what that is for).
Sometimes the cost of these pills can amount to a second house payment!
In the old days, there were no pills to pop, so they just kept putting one foot in front of the other. Ruthie sent me this poem which I enjoyed as I took my vitamins – 16 in all. I don’t have a clue if they’re working or not, but I’m still breathing so I’m afraid to stop:
A row of bottles on my shelf caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop – goes to my heart so it won’t stop.
A little white one that I take – goes to my hands so they won’t shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot – tell me I’m happy when I’m not.
The purple pill goes to my brain and tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze or cough or choke or even sneeze..
The red ones, smallest of them all, go to my blood so I won’t fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I’d really like to know………..
Is what tells each one where to go!