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.
