Did You Take Your Medicine

“Leonard, did you take your medicine?”

“Yes.”

“There, you’re doing it again. Your meds are still on the counter.”

“I took them.”

“Don’t take that tone with me, I know when you take them and when you don’t.”

“Then you should know that I took my meds.”

“You’re exasperating. C’mon, take them now.”

“You’re going to make me overdose.”

“Excuse me? You wouldn’t be standing here today if I wasn’t keeping track of all your medications.”

“Maybe that would have been for the best.”

“Honey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You really hate your pills, don’t you?”

“Hand over the pills, I’ll take them now.”

“More than the asthma even?”

“Hand over the pills, please.”

“The side effects really are insufferable, aren’t they? Easier to live with one ailment than with a thousand annoyances. Easier to die with one ailment, rather.”

“God, I said I’m sorry. I am, I was just frustrated over the game.”

“Over the game, sure. You know, I, too, hate that you have to take so many goddamn pills-”

“I don’t hate the pills, I promise.”

“And still be dependent on the oxygen mask.”

“Just give me the pills!”

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Okay, I do hate the pills, and the asthma too. I despise them, but I love you so much more. So, so much more. Now hand over the goddamn meds.”