One of the worst things about being bipolar is accidentally dropping medicine on the floor. The reason this is such an awful experience is because I have a small child and I’m afraid he’s going to find the little pills and ingest them.
So when I drop my meds on the ground, I have to clear everything out of the area and sweep the floor until I find the little devil I’ve dropped. This can take several minutes, but I’m happy to report that I’ve always found every pill I’ve ever lost.
My grandmother took a lot of medication, but she was blind. There were dozens of pills all over her carpeting. When she was alive, I didn’t have any children, and she didn’t have any great grandchildren. Thank goodness.
Pills on the floor are just one more “nice” little hassle that come with this disease. I try to be extra careful when handling the medication, but sometimes, one gets away from me.
They’ve made some children’s vitamins so delectable these days. They taste like gummy bears. On the contrary, lots of good things look like medicines – M & M’s, gum balls, all kinds of hard candies.
This makes things very dangerous for a child. And this is why I’m so vigilant about finding any medicine I drop. Let’s hear it for neon orange and bright aqua tablets! They’re easier to spot than those nasty beige capsules.