Baby Boomer Billy Mitchell’s a funny guy. Clever, too. He doesn’t just notice the changes in his life; he sings about them! Read his story, then you’ll probably relate to his new song, Prescription Drugs.As I continue tomake that journey from middle age to Stone Age, my body has changed its preference from one chemical compound to another for a variety of reasons: blood pressure, cholesterol, heartburn, arthritis, insomnia, good old-fashioned pain, and the list goes on. So too do the remedies concocted by our enterprising pharmaceutical industry.
Thanks to this well-oiled machine, and fueled by all manner of physicians, insurance plans, drug chains, and modern-day witch doctors, is it any wonder that one day I woke up staring into one of those multi-chambered plastic box calendars chock full of MY pills?! Thank you Doctor OZ & Dr Weil! Oh I know, it’s for my own good, or so they say, but jeesh! Is there no end to the dizzying array?
Got me to thinking about the endless variety of these little globules as I stuffed them into my plastic calendar. Of course a song began brewing in my head; it’s aptly titled “Prescription Drugs.” I’m sure anyone over 50 will recognize the central characters.
I’d expound more, but I have to go to the all-night apothecary to pick up my latest fix.
Enjoy the video.