I have always been a sleeper. And for most of my life, I’ve been able to sleep on command, no matter whether I was tired or not, or how much caffeine I had consumed. But that’s one of the things that has changed with age. So, I sometimes take Bayer PM if I think I’m going to have trouble sleeping. And so does hubby.
Yesterday, during the day, Hubby and I did something unusual for retirees — we both worked at doing hard physical stuff, so we were both a little stiff by evening. As we were getting ready to go out to dinner with friends, we had the following conversation:
Me: “I’m feeling a little sore, so I’m going to take some aspirin before we go.” I went to the kitchen, took some aspirin and returned to the bedroom where we were getting ready.
A few minutes later Hubby said: “You know, I’m a little stiff too. I think I’ll take some aspirin too.” He left the room.
A few minutes later he returned.
Hubby: “Did you take your aspirin out of the bottle in the kitchen?
Me: “Yes. Why?”
Hubby: “Because I think you may have taken Bayer PM. It’s the bottle setting closest to the front of the cabinet.”
Me: “Well, this could be an interesting dinner. If you notice me missing, look under the table.”
Hubby: “I’m most concerned with drowning. Don’t order soup.”
Our dinner was fun and uneventful. But I did sleep like a log last night!