Keep taking the tablets…
I used to be on one pill (or set of pills) a day, taken in the morning. As I was getting a little absent minded and the blister packaging didn’t always show the day of the week, I got myself a pill box. No, not the sort that soldiers use, but a compartment box with the days of the week on each lid.
When I was categorised as diabetic, I was put on statins as a matter of course. These are evening tablets so I invested in another pill box.
Unfortunately, however, with the leg injury I am now having to take pills several times a day, various painkillers and antibiotics. To keep track, I asked Karen to get a four times a day weekly pill box. (Ideally I could do with a five times a day one as some are three a day and others four a day). She came back from Boots with this mother of all pill management systems- seven variable space boxes in a Video style carry case, a MediMemo.
Here it is with by drugs decanted into it. Note that the pills start to run out during the week, until I am back to two a day again. (Unless the quack gives me some more on Friday).
January 20th, 2008 at 2:59 am
Lord save Ireland. Can you imagine if you were really ill?
We used to have patients admitted to hospital who would bring these things with them. These containers would be sent down to pharmacy for us to identify the drugs so that they could be ordered for the patient’s hospital stay. I must say we were pretty good at it, for although you may not think it, drug manufacturers are vary aware of making their products distinctive. We did have a handy reference book which included photos of actual tablets and capsules with their distinctive markings so we could verify them but as I said we were good!
January 20th, 2008 at 11:40 am
JMB, Britain is getting its head around prescribing generic medicine rather than brand names. The consequence of this though is that the packaging and pill shape can vary. I was rather annoyed to find recently that my statins were no longer a distinctive orange but identical in shape and size to my amlodipine. (They have different stampings, of course.) Now, I had to remember which of my pill boxes was which.
The hospital went to great lengths to work out what medicines I was on- then forgot to give me them! Fortunately Karen brought them in, although she got a bollocking for not telling them.
January 21st, 2008 at 6:24 am
Yuck. I have none, although my wife is a bit of pill and tablet/homeopathy/energy/tonic… junky.
When her dad was on his last legs he was on 8 different medications for all of his maladies. I have a sneaking suspicion that that may have been what killed him. That and a lifetime of sedentary pursuits, cigarettes and alcohol.