fine whine

Before embarking on our wondrous bargain hunting expedition yesterday, I dropped by a doctor’s office for probably the first time since starting college. We were looking for an expert opinion on the odd rashes here and there on my arms, and it came in the diagnosis of “probably poison ivy”. With said diagnosis came a prescription for some antibiotics and something else and by the day’s end I was already well on my way to pill popping junkiedom.

Anyway, I have noticed that I have a somewhat odd way of taking pills. I toss them back and snap back my head in a near-theatric gesture reminiscent of tossing back a shot of whiskey, yet always end up with the pills on my tongue. Then I need a chaser of water. It just struck me as odd, really.