Medicated
This is my second follow up appointment to see the doctor. He gives me threats and ultimatums, and I try to walk a little more and cut down on the chicken wings. Today he heralds a new stage in my life.
Medication.
–This is your third visit with an elevated blood pressure. I now pronounce you hyptensive. You may now kiss your insurance card.
He prescribes me thirty tiny pills. I’m not sure if I understand what they do, but they’re supposed to help me ease the blood pressure in my arteries. I’m just not sure how.
My guess is that each pill houses thousands of tiny worker robots that travel through my blood stream and attack nasty build ups with tiny spinning gears and blades.
Oh, here are the instructions.
They’re supposed to make me urinate.
I guess that works, too.
felixnation :: Oct.07.2008 :: Addictions, Hermit Cave, strangers :: No Comments »