Do Not Mix Aa With Bx

Fourteen medicine jars. Twelve tinted orange. Two blue. All with white lids. A variety of sizes. A warning. If you mix AA and BX you will die. I am not kidding, the young doctor said. They will kill you. Do not take them together. AA and BX, her memory said. “Remember that, in case the pain gets worse.” “You will not get sick, you will die. You will be DEAD,” the young doctor said sternly. A guarantee. What great advice, young doctor man. Advice you should not give out so quickly. You had never met Sarah before, you did not know she had attempted suicide three times. You just gave her exactly what she wanted to hear. AA and BX. So wise. So smart. So silly of you. After nineteen days of suffering Sarah again remembered AA and BX. They were both in those bottles. All she had to do was find them. It did not take long. She took three AAs and four BX’s. Then she thought maybe she should take more. So she did. They wrote “accidental overdose” on the coroner’s report. That pissed her off. There was nothing accidental about it. She had taken AA and BX intentionally. It had not been a mistake. It had been her way out. She could not take the pain any more. It was that simple. She praised the young doctor for letting her know. Thank God for that one. There was a tug on her hand. She looked down to see a tiny little angel. “Was it an accident?” the angel asked her. She shook her head “no”. “Me neither,” the tiny one said. “I ran out in front of a car.” “On purpose?” The little angel nodded. “I accidentally dropped the baby and my Mom said he might die.” “I decided if I died first, she wouldn’t have to keep yelling at me.” The two angels walked under an archway laden with pink and red roses into a beautiful valley. “We can stay here as long as you like,” the little one said, “but then we have to learn lessons. But the lessons are not as hard as the ones we learned on earth.” Sarah was grateful more than ever for the young doctor.