Have you ever noticed how, when you drop a glass and it smashes on the floor, you keep finding pieces of it on the floor for days? and that it seems like all the pieces you find would make up at least three glasses? (Even worse: when one of your car windows gets smashed. You'll keep finding those little bits of glass for years.)
Well, yesterday I spilled—no, propelled—most of the contents of a 180-pill bottle of a prescription drug onto the floor. It's only the day after, today, but I'm still finding pills on the floor. In fact I'm seeing pills on the floor where I am sure there were not any yesterday.
Of course it might be nice to not have to swallow pills that have been on the floor (my kitchen floor is not quite up to the "you could eat off it" standard). But I'm sure that my prescription drug insurance would not pay for another prescription-filling before the date when the old one was supposed to be used up. I don't think they'd be moved by my saying, "But I spilled it all on the floor!"
Of course there's the—what is it, five-second rule? But it's a bit of a stretch to make it a 24-hour rule. Let's hope that the germs on my kitchen floor are mostly pretty benign ones.
Copyright © 2010 by Richard Stein
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