Taking Medication
My father and I have just returned home from an appointment with his doctor. It's 11am. Still early. He's studying the medicine his doctor prescribed, and which we've just picked up from the pharmacy. "Can you believe the price of this medication?" he asks. Of course I can. I just paid for it. "Now when am I supposed to take it?" "The doctor said you have to take it in the morning when you first wake up," I tell him, "with lots of water. Or you can take it right before you go to bed. But you have to take it on an empty stomach." We walk into the kitchen, and seat ourselves at the table. My wife comes up to say hello. "How did it go at the doctor's?" she asks. "You guys hungry?" I look over at my wife. It's been a long day, and it's not even noon. She can see it in my eyes. "I'm not hungry, sweetie," I tell her. "Well, I am!" my father pipes up. "What did you make?" ...