You might be a spoonie if this has happened to you:
I used to keep all my medicine in one place, because that seems like a good idea. One morning, I woke up, had breakfast, and took my vitamin as usual. Except that I didn’t. I looked down and saw the vitamin bottle sitting on the table. Oh Lord, what was in my hand?
A bottle of narcotics.
Work that day was interesting. Luckily this was back when I was taking the bus so I didn’t have to drive.
So now my vitamins are definitely not anywhere near where my narcotics are, and all of my different pills have a specific place to live.
Ever have one of those days? Give us all a dose of schadenfreude in the comments.