You know you're getting older when your prescription list gets longer. For women, that means getting something other than The Pill on their pharmacy romp. For men, well - that usually means making that first pharmacy stop... that is, if they've gotten a regular doctor check-up in the first place, which I'm sure - unless they have a nagging wife - they haven't.
Last time I met with my doctor, she told me I was teetering toward being anemic - and that I needed 2 horse-pill size doses of iron every day. I thought about it over a hamburger, and called my mom. We talked about who else in our family was anemic - and then she said, "Well, if you go on iron supplements - you'll need to get Metamucil or something." I was shocked. Why? What for? I'm a vital 30-year-old who just needs more steak dinners - I do not need anything to keep me regular. My mom offered clear warning that iron supplements meant trouble for the ol' intestinal rodeo, so my pharmacy list got longer.
Now - with muscle relaxers, iron supplements, "regular enhancers" and ordinary vitamins - my medicine cabinet looks like something my grandmother would have shelved away. Great - I'm only 30.
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