Never Get That Kind Again!

If “chewable” means “suckable,” then that’s what they should say! After dad couldn’t drive anymore because the doctor told him he shouldn’t, I used to take care of his shopping for him. One of the vitamin pills he took was Centrum. When I went to get him more, I saw there was a “chewable” Centrum Silver for people over 50 so got that thinking it would be better for him since he was in his 80s. He said okay, he’d try it.
The next day he told me “NEVER, get that kind again! I asked him why not and this is the story he told me:

“Those things are hard as ROCKS! I was afraid I’d break my tooth on it.” (shaking his head back and forth) I tried grinding it first with my pill crusher and was afraid it would break my pill crusher! I finally used a pair of pliers to break off little bits and it took me two hours to get it broken up enough for me to even eat it!“

I said, “Maybe they were old. I’ll return it for you.”

When I asked the druggist about it, he told me they weren’t meant to be crushed. You are supposed to suck on them and they dissolve in your mouth. I decided to try one to see if it worked and found out it did and even tasted good! With that discovery, I took them back to dad the next day.

He was skeptical and I spent about 20 minutes convincing him to just try it. He said, “They shouldn’t call them ‘chewable’ if you can’t chew them!”

I think he had a point. What do you think? Got any complaints you would like to share?

This is a partial excerpt from “My Funny Dad, Harry” as part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop prompt to write about your latest complaint.

To find out more about my book and why I wrote it, read the Foreword here.
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