Explanatory leaflets, they are everywhere. Inside the packet of every medicine there's a folded paper, often in several languages, advising you of the horrendous side effects of everything: even toothpaste and handcream are not exempt. The bummer is that if you leave the leaflet inside the packet, it's a nightmare to put the contents back in afterwards. So, I throw the fucking leaflets away. Grrr.
Then comes the next delight: blister packs. Pills these days come embedded in a foil or plastic "blister pack", impossible to get out neatly. The result is tablets suddenly fly out from their cosy little bed and shoot all over the place. My kitchen floor contains enough stray tablets now to cure the mice in the house of every condition imaginable.
You might try to avoid these inconveniences by buying only medicines that are in bottles. Oh yeah? They all have safety caps, easily enough opened by savvy kids, but impossible for us geriatrics with our arthritic knuckles. Grrr again. Sometimes it's possible to clip a piece out of the cap to overcome the safety device, but mostly it's a matter of knocking the top off the bottle and bunging a tissue in as a stopper.
Enough to give you a headache, right? Go to the pharmacy to stock up on paracetamol and be prepared to be talked down to by some superior uniformed doxy, all tin tits and iron stare, asking personal questions about your habits, the subtext of which is to confirm her suspicion that you are a moron not to be trusted with anything stronger than a jellybaby.
Bugger it, let's forget the whole thing and have a beer. A beer?? Are you joking? Do you know what alchohol does to you???
Then comes the next delight: blister packs. Pills these days come embedded in a foil or plastic "blister pack", impossible to get out neatly. The result is tablets suddenly fly out from their cosy little bed and shoot all over the place. My kitchen floor contains enough stray tablets now to cure the mice in the house of every condition imaginable.
You might try to avoid these inconveniences by buying only medicines that are in bottles. Oh yeah? They all have safety caps, easily enough opened by savvy kids, but impossible for us geriatrics with our arthritic knuckles. Grrr again. Sometimes it's possible to clip a piece out of the cap to overcome the safety device, but mostly it's a matter of knocking the top off the bottle and bunging a tissue in as a stopper.
Enough to give you a headache, right? Go to the pharmacy to stock up on paracetamol and be prepared to be talked down to by some superior uniformed doxy, all tin tits and iron stare, asking personal questions about your habits, the subtext of which is to confirm her suspicion that you are a moron not to be trusted with anything stronger than a jellybaby.
Bugger it, let's forget the whole thing and have a beer. A beer?? Are you joking? Do you know what alchohol does to you???
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