For the past decade I’ve been storing vales of drugs trying to find a
place to dispose of them. These were leftover prescriptions that my wife used.
I’d read some of these recovery sessions before but they were
unattainable. So they sat in a bag with her keys and ID waiting to be disposed
of.
The pharmacy would not take them back. I tried the local hospital but
they were confused about where a blue box was.
I had no desire to try them since I can’t swallow pills. Even tiny
tablets have to be chewed up to enter my body. Capsules had to be taken apart
and the powder inside placed on my tongue. It was not very tasty.
Through the years I’d either get a shot or some sort of dissolving
liquid.
My medicine cabinet has chewable stomach relaxers for those overdone
meals and tabloids that fizz for the one-too-many. Even the aspirin has dust on
the lid.
It may be a good thing I can’t swallow pills avoiding the opioid crisis.
Also staying away from the easily available concoctions either legally
prescribed or street purchased may sustain life.
So “Thank You” Tummy Temple for providing another check-off list.
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