Sunday, October 15, 2017

Mom keeps a pencil on my box of meds

I take the pencil off after I've choked down my fistful of pills every morning and every night so if she's not there she'll know I've taken them. Then she puts the pencil back to remind me to take my next fistful 12 hours later. So I get a dose of love with my pills twice a day.

Mom can be smart that way.
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