Pillology

The tray was not well-arranged or organized, but that was why he was here.

The pale lavender ones were perfect for Monday mornings; something in them gave his head and heart a little jump-start (better than coffee; much better).

The oblong white tablets were a mixed blessing; perhaps something to get through a rough Tuesday when your boss was on your case over finishing a report or paper. Leave it aside.

Reds were difficult. Even the name was difficult (too much association with something illegal and unknown to him for its aftereffects). This could wait for a Wednesday; the hump day for all of them.

Pale orange? Now this one was a challenge… The number said “500” and was that in…milligrams? They were quite beautiful in the gleam of the silver tray, caught in the fluorescent lights of the hallway. At least he had reached the halfway point… Let’s see what happens with a Thursday set…

And then blue. He knew all about these ones. First out there for heart problems, and now they were there for…other problems… He had to laugh, and wonder. Friday was a perfect time for them. The whole weekend was ahead of them.

So much for so many…

He was glad no one noticed him in the scrubs he borrowed. They would have stopped him and asked too many questions; far too many questions…

And he smiled.

The first patient was waiting for him…

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