How many is one a day?

I'm sure it's no surprise to that I have issues. They are varied and plentiful.

I consider myself to be a reasonable healthy person, but that doesn't stop me from inventing sundry ailments that cause me to hold mini-medical dramas every couple of months — some are concluded with an actual diagnosis, others are all in my head (big surprise — sistah has to keep her daily quotient of drama in the danger-red zone).

After the last mini-drama, I was reminded that I'm anemic. My doctor suggested taking a multivitamin laced with iron as part of a way to replace my flagging iron levels.

I told Bill of my need for a multivitamin and he dutifully came home with some.

I started taking them in the morning with the other perscription I now take (a drug that not only keeps my blood-pressure whipped into submission but has also reduced the number of migraines I get dramatically — so Woot! to that).

After about a week of taking the vitamins, I asked Bill if he thought I should be taking two vitamins a day. He looked at me, took the bottle from my hand and read the label, "One a day. Seems to me you should take one a day, but you may want to call the doctor just to make sure." Then he made that smug face that made me fall in love with him those many years ago.

Smart ass bastard.

But once the novelty of taking daily pills wore off, I started to forget to take them in the morning.

To remedy the situation, I started carrying the two pill bottles around in my bag with me. Then I could take them with my muffin the morning.

But there's a problem. I think I got a defective vitamin bottle; the lid keeps coming off and spreading my one-a-days amongst my camera, books, pens and other bag crap that I carry around.

The first couple of times this happened, I quickly scooped all the errant vitamins out of my bag, back into the bottle and firmly replaced the lid. But because I have to open the bottle everyday and because I can't be held responsible for closing the bottle firmly everyday, they keep spilling.

I've grown tired of rescuing the beige ovoids from the horrors of being free range in my bag.

Now, each morning I root around in the bottom of my bag, pull out a pill, inspect it for foreign material and ingest it. Good enough ... at least I remember to do this once a day.