There is a law, I’ve been told, where we can’t use someone else’s prescription.
In theory I totally agree with this. There are bad things people are doing with other people’s prescriptions. And I fully support this law in the prevention of drug abuse and illegal selling. I think that needed to be said.
Because I also think there should be an addendum to the law.
And it should state:
If you have not slept all night due to a wracking, chest aching cough and your husband has a prescription cough medicine from when he last had a wracking, chest aching cough you may, and should, take his prescription medicine.
I’ve been coughing for a week now. I am totally convinced it is my allergies. I was handling it just fine. Until 8 p.m. yesterday. I am totally convinced I was wrong about it being my allergies.
But what do you do at 8 p.m.? Exactly. You cough.
I finally tried to go to sleep at 11 p.m.
Which is very late for me on a work night.
By midnight I was grabbing a pillow and quilt and heading to the front room. Poor Husband should at least be able to sleep.
I didn’t even take my computer with me I was so tired.
So I coughed until 4:50 a.m. then went to get my computer. A little Christmas music is just what I need.
Husband gets up and says nice things to me. Leaves the room and comes back and hands me a bottle. A brown, plastic bottle. With prescription cough medicine.
I feel like he handed me crack.
I want it so bad. But. It is a prescription. With his name on it. Not mine. And yet…it looks so good. And it has codeine in it. Which means I would soon be blissfully comatose.
Why must I be such a law abider!
It now sits beside me. On the end table. Next to my chai tea. Tempting me. Tormenting me.
Damn my law abiding ethics anyway!
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