Life happens: Pills and creams! Pills and creams!
Oct. 13, 2011 at 5:13 a.m.
By Aprill Brandon
Last night, my husband and I had a small dinner party. Just a few friends, a delicious meal comprised of appetizers, ribs, mashed potatoes and cheesecake as well as some bottles of wine. It was a wonderful time and by midnight, we were snug in our bed.
This morning, we woke up exhausted and suffering from indigestion, a major headache, and sore muscles (from the effort of stirring and standing on our feet for more than half an hour apparently). All of which we remedied by swallowing a ridiculous amount of pills with two gallons of black coffee.
Oh, the joy of growing older.
I'm not quite sure when it happened, but at some point, our bodies stopped functioning on their own. Now that we are in our 30s, it seems they require aids on almost a daily basis in the form of over-the-counter pills and creams.
For example, over the years, our medicine "cabinet" has slowly turned into a medicine "drawer," going from a bottle of aspirin and some vitamins that expired in 1998 to the following: Maalox, Pepto, Pepcid AC, Advil, Tylenol, Tylenol PM, Ex-Lax, Ibuprofen, One-A-Day vitamins, B-Complex vitamins, Fish Oil pills, Tums, Metamucil, Midol, Rolaids, DayQuil, NightQuil, Zicam, Caladryl, Icy Hot, L-Lysine pills, four varieties of allergy pills and heating pads (just for good measure).
And that's not even counting our anti-aging regiments, of which mine is comprised of various expensive anti-wrinkle creams and lotions designed for every inch of my body, from my face to my feet, and pills and powders designed to amp up my metabolism, which decided to screech to a halt sometime around 2008; and my husband's, which is comprised of Chapstick and a bar of generic soap.
And while we have thus far avoided actual prescriptions from doctors, I realize that day can't be too far behind judging from the ever-growing pharmacy popping up in my mom's house and the arsenal the majority of my friends are building against depression and anxiety (or as my friend Michelle recently lamented, "Pills and creams! Pills and creams! That's all my life is now!").
Even sleeping can now be a dangerous activity.
Ol' Schnookum Bear and I have not insignificantly injured ourselves more times than I care to remember simply because our neck was tilted two degrees the wrong way on our pillows all night.
It's official. Our bodies have betrayed us. Or as my husband summed up, "the older you get, the angrier your body gets."
Oh sure, I realize some of it has to do with lifestyle choices. We still eat like we did in college, exercise is now considered doing laundry (in our defense, we do have to climb stairs to get to the washer) and "oh, I'll just have one glass of wine" is not in our vocabulary.
But still, it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I can no longer treat and/or neglect my body horrifically without consequences. Circle of life and junk, I suppose.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to run to the store to buy some more Aleve and that old people yogurt with the "good" bacteria.
Aprill Brandon is a columnist for the Advocate. Her column runs every two weeks in the Your Life section. Comment on this story at www.VictoriaAdvocate.com.