I was brushing my teeth after lunch (I am a brush and floss fanatic!) when I noticed a huge bottle of Rolaids on our bathroom shelves. It was 120 Rolaids and out of date by 6 months--who knew Rolaids went out of date.
There was a time, several years ago now, when I ate Rolaids like candy and drank that nausea inducing shade of pink Pepto Bismol like water.
I had forgotten about that. And I don't remember when it stopped. When my stomach stopped bothering me.
And I'm clueless about why I stopped needed stomach aides--clean living? I doubt that. Less stress--I'm not sure. Being retired from full time ministry--maybe....
Whatever the reason I haven't taken a Rolaids for years now.
I can probably throw them out, if I knew how since there is lots of stuff about how any kind of medication down the toilet gets in the water supply and stuff in land-fills almost never disintegrates.
But I'm glad, really glad, that I'm stomach distress free these days.
Maybe not 'clean living' but certainly 'living free...."
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