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I got this set of plastic boxes labelled with days of the week and divided into times of day, to put meds into. My reaction to getting it was oh cool, it'll be easier to manage my meds! But that gave me pause. I mean I'm not dying of cancer or suffering from schizophrenia, I'm only taking supplements and oils and shit like that. But the concept of getting excited for something like this felt inherently really depressing - if you were healthy like you should be, enjoying life as you should be, this wouldn't be necessary.
And that made me develop that into a bigger idea, so I decided you guys have to read it and suffer as I did:
>you're visiting your long time childhood friend Shiori
>you used to do that a lot more often, coming over to play games or read manga
>but it's been harder to bring yourself over to her place
>ever since the diagnosis
>you enter the room, almost exactly the same as you remember it
>except for the portion of her desk dedicated to various plastic bottles and boxes
>"oh Anon I haven't shown you this yet! it's really cool!"
>she pulls out a small, colorful plastic box with several partitions and days of the week wrtiten on them
>every partition is cheerfully colored a different shade, and you notice she also put some cute stickers on it
>inside the box, you only see dull looking pills and tablets
>"it's so easy to manage them now! I never forget a dose like I used to!"
>she starts to go off about the benefits and the system she has set up, with her usual autistic fervor
>your face contorts into something painful as you try to keep yourself from crying
>grit your teeth and bear it
>she's cheerful, she shouldn't have to see you be sad.