All I wanted for Christmas was a pill organiser and a kitten. (I always want a kitten but I never get it, owing to the disapproval of my current cat as much as to the fact that Amazon doesn’t ship live kittens.) However, a kind friend to whom I kept on complaining how I keep on forgetting my meds took pity on me and gifted me a rainbow pill box. (I hate rainbows, but I love the rainbow pill box.)
A pill box is a must when you take more meds than you can count on the fingers of your hand in different combinations at different times of day and night. It’s a pity that the pill box doesn’t have an inbuilt alarm to notify me that it’s time to get high, but at least I can clearly see if I’ve taken my meds already or not. Also, it’s a rather awesome pop of colour in my somewhat bleak home existence. Getting high was never so much fun.