Seven Medications

Seven medications and I can spell none of them. I have thrown sleeping pills and pain reliever into the fray. For the morphine was not cutting it. I was in dire pain. Then I took a baking soda bath. Pure heaven, that bath. Instant relief. Joe ran out and bought all the baking soda the store had. He had to rent a truck to bring it in. He is crazy like that When a loved one like me is as sick as I am. The truck broke down on the way down the driveway, But I revved up our magic conveyor belt and we had that baking soda inside lickety split. It is filling up the kitchen, the hallway, and most of the bathroom. I have enough room to squeeze into the tub, so all is good.