My grandparents were of the mindset that a pill could fix whatever ailed them. In fact, they used to have a huge drawer in the kitchen that held nothing but Costco-sized bottles of pills. How they kept them all straight, I’ll never know.
I have never really been into taking a pill for every little thing. After my hip surgery in May of 2009, my mom had to force the drugs down my throat. And even then, I only took the painkillers for 24 hours. Continue reading