Here comes the pill choo choo. Chug-a-chug-a. Whoo whoo!

Fool me once? Shame on you.
Fool me twice? Shame on me.
Fool me thrice? Satan’s tongue is licking my brain.

What? Don’t worry. I’m past the point of making sense.

I’d like to meet the person who came up with the 4-hour schedule for taking meds. (That’s the medical word for pills.) I’ll bet the sadistic bastard was a doctor. Yeah. It had to be a doctor.

8 o’clock. 12 o’clock. 4 o’clock. Rinse. Repeat.

It’s only six little (well, actually giant) pills every 24 hours. That doesn’t sound so bad.
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