"Tonix? You eat tonix?"

It's Protonix, actually. I won't name all the meds I have, but he repeated everyone of them as I filled in my med trays. He pulled up the stool to watch. Normally, I don't let him near my meds I just tell him he can see and not touch anything. (I also tell him all the time to never eat any ever... it's only to eat when you need it and for the person it's meant for otherwise you get sick.) He's really good about it except when he wants to help and tries to bring it to me or something. I let him close the little compartments when I was done. He liked saying the names of them and describing them and telling me which ones I missed. "White one, red one, yellow one, round one, little one, pink one... That one has butterfly on it?" It's a little design, but not a butterfly. He better not be going around telling people I take pills with butterflies on it! Baba used to always tell me I needed these days of the week trays and I always refused. I said it's for old people who can't remember what to take and when and if they've taken it or not. Well, I got these along with huge boxes full of meds after leaving the hospital last year and I've had to use them. Too many to remember and too many bottles to open and close several times a day! At least now it's less again, but not as little as just two or three like before. I still feel like I'm old for using them. At least it's not the ones with the huge letters and numbers, that would be funny.