Last night, before my birthday dinner, I scooped up a handful of pills.
“Daddy,” Grace asked. “What are those for?”
I pushed them around on my hand, and, not for the first time ever, thought about all the different things that would be part of my bloodstream after I took them. There’s one for allergies. Two of one kind to help regulate my glucose levels. And another to help that one.
And there’s a new one. An anti-depressant.