Hi, my name is Amanda and I am a pill-popper. Today is the first of the year and already I have popped 7 pills. After a night of drinking vodka cranberry’s spiked with champagne, I awoke this morning to one birth control pill (to keep me childless), one multi-vitamin with pro-biotics (to keep me regular), two panadol ultra (to stop the raging in my skull) and three gravol (to counter-act the strong cup of coffee I drank for lunch).
So that’s seven pills and it’s only been 25 hours…
You’re either reading this and thinking, “of course—that’s a normal day for me too” (if you are from my generation) or “My God, this girl is going to kill herself” (if you are one of my Doctor Aunts). The truth is, pill-popping is not the shame bubble it used to be. Everyone pops pills to get through the day. Sometimes we pop so many pills than we confuse ourselves and end up popping the same pill again twenty minutes later!
My husband was having a lunch with some doctors this week. They asked him how he managed to party until so late every night then get up for work in the morning. His response was typical (in my opinion). He starts off with half a gravol, then drinks half a bottle of scotch with water. When he gets home he has two more gravol and a panadol ultra, and upon waking up, he pops an Avdil cold and sinus, non-drowsy, so he’s good to go.
They were appalled. What is totally common-place to me and him, is ridiculous to them.
Their response kind of makes me think: what the heck do I need all these pills for? Do they really add anything to my life or am I just a habitual pill popper?
Unfortunately, the last two gravol are kicking in, so I can’t answer that question for you now. So until tomorrow, (hopefully!), I’ll leave the question to you.
La Dolce Vita 