Toe in the Water

Medicine

Medicine

This is an old one and I may have blogged it before, but I like it and feel that it deserves another outing:

A few days ago I dropped one of my tablets and it rolled underneath my desk. A quick look failed to reveal its hiding place so I shrugged and took another from the bottle. The floor is a distant country for me nowadays and I knew the little escaped convict would turn up some other time, leaving us to wonder what it might be. Time heals all slips between cup and lip, they say.

Well, this evening an M&M made a similar bid for freedom. The desk must be the most obvious hiding place in the vicinity for it, too, chose to roll under it. M&Ms are not quite as disposable as tablets, so I directed my gaze to the offending area and, to my amazement, spotted the miscreant immediately. The problem of distance was solved eventually by judicious use of the toe to maneuver the freedom-loving treat into a more convenient place - a place that was within my bending range, indeed.

Imagine my surprise on discovering that the object was not the M&M at all - the tablet had returned to the fold, it seemed. I admit that my joy at its retrieval was somewhat less than I had prepared for the errant M&M, especially as the tablet has now presented me with a problem. Presuming that its few days outside the medicine bottle would not have had any effect on its efficacy, it remains a fact that it has offended against the five second rule. An M&M would be impervious to such caution, of course, provided with so hard and shiny a coat as it is. A quick brush up and it would be as good as new. But the tablet? Certainly more absorbent and welcoming to the vagaries of life on the floor, I would think.

The tablet sits on the corner of my desk while I ponder this conundrum.

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