Take it When?

I'm retired. Part of retirement is the privilege of sleeping...late (or as long as I wish). Yet I was up and about this morning at seven AM. And why would that be? Um, I needed to take my first morning med.

"Take in morning with full glass of water at least one hour prior to eating. Do not take with other medications."

"Take in morning with full glass of water at least forty-five minutes prior to eating."

"Take with food."

"Take before bed with food."

"Take before bed, at least one hour after eating, with full glass of water."

Hah. I need a spreadsheet to figure out when to take what. If I get up at seven and take my first pill, then I can eat around nine. I might point out that also means NO COFFEE until nine. My diabetes constrains me to eat early--and regularly--so those evening meds with food require a small snack at least one hour before I plan to go to bed so I can take the second evening med. With a full glass of water. Now what do you suppose is the result of a full glass of water just prior to bedtime? Uh-huh.

I'm a reasonably intelligent individual with problem solving skills so I can work it all out. But it does make me wonder about those elderly folks who can't work it all out. How do they manage?

And my schedule? Well, it revolves around when to take a pill. I have a full page of instructions about when to STOP taking my various meds prior to my surgery at the end of the month.

Aside from the financial consequences, wouldn't it be easier to figure out a way to take all this crap once a week?

anny

Coffee Hound

I am not a coffee connoisseur. I know what I like, but I'm not a snob about coffee. I'm not a latte person, either. Coffee, cream and sweetener, and I'm good to go.

There are some places I refuse to buy coffee because I can't fix it exactly like I want it. Drive-thru coffee is far too hot. I don't want to buy coffee that I can't drink for thirty minutes until it cools down enough so I don't burn my mouth.

Flavors? Meh. Those are dessert coffees for the evening. For breakfast, give me plain, unadorned coffee. That first shot of caffeine for the day doesn't need to be gussied up.

Whipped? Cold? Blech. I'm sure my age is showing, but for me, coffee will always be a beverage meant to consumed hot. That heat rushing down the throat to warm the chest. That's part of the experience of drinking coffee. Cold coffee just doesn't convey the same sensation.

I'm a terrible coffee maker. Yes, yes, I know. Measure it in the pot and turn it on. How difficult can it be? Well. When I was a young woman, the hunk and I were friends with another couple, Dorian and Orlando. Orlando was born in Columbia (yes, South America) and he declared my coffee couldn't possibly be that bad.

The next time they came over for the evening, I made coffee...while he watched and coached me. I did everything exactly how he told me. We stood at the kitchen counter while the coffeemaker did its thing.

Finally, it was done. He poured a cup. And took a hearty gulp.

And began to cough and wheeze. "It's like rocket fuel," he gasped.

And that was the last time I was asked to make the coffee.

anny