It seems every day I’m swimming in ocean of pills

I have a confession to make. I never realized the older I get, the more difficult life seems.

Every time I go to see my doctor, “Dr. Pills-A-Lot,” he has some new prescription for me. I’ve seen him so many times that if you look at the pills on the table, you’d think I was a drug addict.

It started a few years ago when I was hit with shingles. Fortunately, I caught it in time, so it didn’t get as bad as it could have. Then, a few years later, I had a heart attack, which required more pills.