Once in college I told a friend of mine that I tried never to take Advil for headaches because I wanted to be able to get through a headache without assistance. Said friend gave me a long look and then said: “Do you really anticipate some future in which you are unable to get Advil?” I had to admit, I did not. Now I am not supposed to take Advil for other reasons, so I guess I was wiser than I knew. Though I still take it, actually, just with caution, by which I mean I don’t wash it down with black coffee anymore.
Anyway, this story exists in my mind as a statement about how I hate depending on medical science even though I have no choice but to do so because
my eyesight is terrible,
my pancreas barely works, and
my internal voice that says “kill urself? kill urself tonite? kill urself tonite queen?” broadcasts at a suboptimal volume
Plus, I hate headaches.
So I have to take my stupid little vitamins and supplements and wear my stupid glasses and take my stupid pills. It’s fine. It’s not l…