The inquisitive one takes so many pills that it is hard to keep track of them all. So the inquisitive one bought one of those Sunday thru Saturday, am and pm, pill boxes.
Every Sunday morning, the inquisitive one fills the Sunday thru Saturday, am and pm, pill box. The inquisitive one does this very carefully, as a screw-up could result in a disaster for the mental and physical health.
When the box is completely full, on Sunday morning, the inquisitive one closes all of the compartments and rattles the Sunday thru Saturday, am and pm, pill box, like a rattle. Then the inquisitive one takes the Sunday am pills, leaving that compartment empty for the rest of the week, until the next Sunday morning rolls around.
All of the pills have side effects. One of the pills turns the inquisitive one’s eyes red when the inquisitive one talks. One of the pills gives the inquisitive one pimples every Tuesday. One of the pills causes the inquisitive one to think about nothing but Speckled Sussex hens, and whenever anyone or anything tries to catch the inquisitive one’s attention, the inquisitive one can think about something else for a moment, but inevitably, the mind turns back to the topic of Speckled Sussex hens, and how cute they are, and how much feed they require, and how smart they are, etc. One of the pills gives the inquisitive one a stomachache if the inquisitive one eats anything yellow. It’s just a mild stomachache, so the inquisitive one has to decide whether a yellow-colored food item is worth the stomachache or not.
The doctor says all of these pills are necessary. The inquisitive one knows in the heart that the doctor is right.
One of the pills makes the inquisitive one sleepy, especially after the taxing job of sorting pills into the Sunday thru Saturday, am and pm, pill box. So the inquisitive one eats something blue and then takes a long, refreshing nap.
