No Cognitive Defect - Part X


No Cognitive Defect - Part X

By James M. O'Meara, © 2009

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Anita's pills...

Wilson brought Anita a small stack of saltine crackers and a glass of ginger ale. Not much of a meal, but he'd insisted on it. He went back upstairs with a plastic bag to get all the medicines from the pouch in her suitcase.

"There's a schedule with each med listed," she'd told him. "Just make sure every medicine on the schedule is in the pouch. They should be, but if something's missing it might be somewhere else in the suitcase, or maybe even on the nightstand or in the bathroom. I can be a slob. Evan says I leave a trail of medicine wherever I go, and if he needs to find me he just follows the pill bottles. Make sure it's all in the pouch so you don't have to keep going up and down the steps on medicine hunts."

He hoped she'd eat while he was upstairs; he didn't want her taking pills on an empty stomach. He opened her suitcase and tried to unzip the medicine pouch. The damned zipper stuck. He cussed once, loudly, and Anita shouted out: "Are you okay?"

"Zipper's stuck," he shouted back.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed. "That happened to Evan once!"

He shook his head and sighed. Well, that was really a lot more information than he needed.

"I might have a tube of antibiotic ointment in my pouch. Just…well, you can keep the tube, Wilson."

"It's the zipper on your damned medicine pouch! It's stuck…ah, there it is!" he yelled as the zipper finally broke free of whatever invisible obstruction had jammed it tight.

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