I would swallow my contraception pills faithfully each morning with my cereal or applesauce, but I could not seem to completely mask the metallic oddness over my tongue, nor could I shake the feeling that it remained in the back of my throat. Over the course of ten years I walked around coughing and swallowing half the morning away to dislodge a phantom pill.
After I stopped taking the Pill I thought I was free, and indeed I was free until I was diagnosed with high blood pressure ten years later.
My bp pill was large, oblong and chalk-colored and thankfully tasteless. I swallowed it with fruit and coffee and gave it no more thought.
Ten more years passed, and one more pill was added. I began having dreams of pills spilling from my mouth in a flood of phlegm and bile. My blood pressure quietly rose as I forgot to take them or just refused to remember.
My eyes began to flutter like hummingbirds. Blood rushed behind my ears like rivers. A stroke was imminent, said a spirit guide. After running back to my doctor who forgot my first name I was now taking three pills.
I dream of honeysuckle now.
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