And along with the ASA
There’s something satisfying about breaking an old chair into pieces and condemning same to the rubbish pile.
This evening, I discarded a chair that hasn’t actually proved useful in close to a quarter of a century. Not going to get into the whys and wherefores; things get overlooked, especially when serving as support for boxes in the basement. Yet, revealed, the article loses importance rapidly. Kind of like an defeated politician… but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Two nights of debates for the upcoming provincial elections. I watched the first and avoided the second. What I have noticed is that nobody cares. Other than the usual infestation of posters, and some newspaper copy, the public seems blissfully unaware of the whole sideshow. I’m unable to commit to any of the voices (grating voices).
Over to the pharmacy, to pick up another year’s supply of ASA. I’m not a self-medicator, but I am in “the zone” for a variety of fatal cardiac disorders. If the great minds believe that slipping an aspirin under the tongue each morning is useful, I’ll put it in the family budget. What did surprise me is all the other stuff available to the hypochondriac (OK, and to the ill as well) at the local drug depot.
I can get electronic gadgets to measure all kinds of things. I can get enough OTC (over the counter) remedies for cold and allergies to keep me busy for the whole season. I can even buy some of those pretty coloured bottles that contain homeopathic mixtures (or as I see it, pretty bottles of not much at all). And I’m still within arm’s reach of a pharmacist. No wonder getting better is such an important industrial force.
