I’ve never been good at pill-popping. As a child, I resisted taking my Flinstone’s vitamins because if you didn’t chew those chalky things for a full five minutes, they’d stick in your throat and make you gag.
I still have issues with pills.
Today, while taking my mandatory handful of antibiotics (for Lyme), Vitamin D (for my severe deficiency), probiotics (to keep the yeast beast away), multivitamins and joint complex, I had a problem.
First, you should know that I also use my kitchen counter as a ballet bar. I stretch frequently through out the day. It fools me into thinking that I am still as limber and in shape as I was back in my dancing days.
I count this as exercise.
These two activities-stretching and pill popping – don’t go together. That’s obvious, right?
Apparently not to my Lyme-ravaged brain.
I choked on my last pill, which was approximately the size of hockey puck. It went down wrong and became lodged in my esophagus around the same time I raised my leg to the counter for a good stretch.
Who says blondes have more fun?
Hearing me gag, my girls came running from the other room to see what was wrong.The Adventurer was about to call 911 when I threw myself against the sink, gagging and ultimately puking up my breakfast and my entire morning dosage.
My girls were so relieved, they hugged me hard for a few minutes. I felt bad for scaring them, but we all learned a couple of valuable lessons today.
1. Take your drugs in an upright position. Only when they are all good and down your throat can you proceed to stretch, dance and have a good time.
2. Tired, overworked moms do stupid things.
Please tell me I’m not the only one.