“Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality …”

I will admit that I have been less than diligent when remembering to take my medication. Granted I’m not on anything to keep me from being moody or psychotic or dangerous and when I forget to take them I don’t feel any different.

My heart may just explode. No big.

To my credit, I’ve been doing very well remembering, because I’d just pack my meds in a little plastic Chickie nestled in my lunch bento. I see the Chickie. I take my meds after lunch. The Citizens of the World breathe a collective sign of relief. It’s brilliant in its simplicity.

Except I have no Chickie to remind me when I don’t take my lunch and  In fact when I don’t take my lunch, the chances of me even entering the kitchen in the morning to grab my meds are nil since I married a man who just brings me a morning smoothie and coffee while I get ready in the bathroom.* (Please, save your envy and wrath, I am well aware of my good fortune).

This morning I was returning my cup to the sink (rare enough to get a mention) when my pill case on top of the microwave caught my eye. I know those pink and orange things! I need them to live! I’ll put them in my pocket! I remembered!

Pleased with myself, I put them in my pocket. And promptly forgot about them.

So, imagine my stunned surprise when this popped on my screen 10 minutes ago:

Would you like a little string theory to wash that down?

 
 I know I didn’t do that and it was weird to think for a second that Future Me (a la Stephen King’s “Sorry Right Number“) was trying to warn Present Me that I needed to stop messing around with the second most important organ in my body.

Even the Wee One is concerned.

 

Further investigation revealed no version of me set up that reminder, which was a little disappointing. An offshore Team Member for whatever reason created an event in Outlook to “take medicines”, took the initiative of including the shared mailbox in his invite, and then took a few days off.

I have to say, though – this is worth kicking around for an idea or two, and by this I mean the idea of unsent reminders, not creating reminders to take meds, though that is worth investigating, too.

*It’s clearly never occurred to either of us to bring me meds with my smoothie, probably because I don’t consider it food.

6 thoughts on ““Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality …”

  1. When I had a job, I would put them in my top desk drawer, so that they were the first thing I’d see. I could eat something to take them with while waiting for my computer to boot. Now that I’m unemployed, I put the pill organizer (yes, I need that many) in front of my coffee pot.