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I Want My Yellow Pills
My mama loved her yellow pills; she'd taken them for thirty years. Her outlook wouldn't be the same without them. They assuaged her fears and made her smile, although hard times throughout the years had come her way. "I wouldn't be the same without my yellow pills," she'd always say. Last year we went for her exam. Her doctor said, "I'm giving you a different pill, a stronger one-- a better one! This one is blue." You'd think the doc had threatened her with fifty lashes. She replied, "I want my yellow pills!" I said, "By doctor's orders, we'll abide." As weeks passed by, I noticed Mom was not herself. She seemed so sad. Her explanation: "Well, I'm old. Sometimes old ladies just feel bad!" I soon would know the reason she was sad. One day I found her stash of bright blue pills. I saw them where she'd tossed them in the bathroom trash. I told her doctor, "Mom must have some yellow pills. She's fading fast. She will NOT take blue pills. She trashed them all." The doctor was aghast. Now Mom takes yellow pills again, and her depression's history. The folks who think pill color's not important should ask Mom and me. written for the Lewis Raynes That Colorful Drug contest May 31, 2016
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