Some years ago I was imploring my lovely man to please instill systems to keep himself organised.
He answered me at the time that he has a flawless system, he waits for me to tell him what to do and he does it.
Now…. I know what you are thinking… ‘she sounds bossy’
But! You’d be right.
One of the things my lovely man is instructed to do is to take his (many) pills twice a day. These I carefully organise for him every 28 days and put them out morning and night.
I know what you are thinking… he’s more than capable of doing this himself surely.
Bear with.
He is in charge of organsing our glass of water for our respective bedside tables at night.
I noticed that I only had half a glass and queried it. Well, he said, my pills were there, so I just used that water and took them.
I looked across at his side and yes… there were his pills and his full glass of water. I pointed.
OK, he said, I must take my pills.
So…. now his hormones are all nicely balanced and I’m bossy AND ratty.
shows familiar signs of losskopness regarding daily pills… he not going over for his brother’s funeral..?