Beneath the Wraps

                 I have only one dose left of the nasty mouth wash I will swish around after my next meal.  I have five pills left from what I told was a day’s worth of what I thought to be pain killers.  They are actually “knock-me-into-a-coma-so-I-forget-the-pain” pills.  I found that out one evening when I took the one pill at 5:00 p.m. instead of my usual 8:00 when I am ready to retire to bed anyway.                I bet I could cut the remaining 5 pills in half and they would still be as effective.   I wish they were memory pills.