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Prescriptions

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Handing in the doctor’s prescription 
Scrawled commitment 
chronic forever
a new medication
to add to the mix
Slick brand names and long generic monikers 
insurance input
Calculating DIN numbers
searching interactions 
Strategizing 
time of day 
anticipating side effects
Noting what to notice
reactions that might look like symptoms
Long term risks 
impact on fertility
Who to call 
When to stop
Persistently adding more pills 
More
Questions 

White childproof caps on orange plastic containers
One in the AM without food 
Four in the AM with food
B12 supplement under the tongue
Can I take this new one at the same time? 

With or without food? 
Fifteen milligrams in the AM 
Four more in the PM
Food will help with nausea
Magnesium 
Fish Oil 
Probiotic 
Vitamin D 
Am I missing anything? 

Sometimes I eat a spoonful of peanut butter 
at bedtime 
Like hiding pills for a dog
Sometimes I miscalculate food timing 
pills hitting my empty stomach 
make me vomit
Heaving pill-swallowing water 
Wondering what chemicals had time to dissolve
absorption between swallow and expulsion
potential impact on tomorrow  

I plink pills 
and vitamins 
and supplements 
into days of the week container segments
Clicking each section closed
placing it on the nightstand 
next to “As Needed” anti-inflammatories
Leave those bottles open 
in case my hands are too swollen and sore
to grip and twist 

The first time he saw my handful of pills at bedtime 
his eyebrows went up 
“Seriously!?” 
Dead serious. 
Are you in awe of this body sustained by science? 
This expensive mix of organs and systems 
and chemical reactions? 
Surely my bodily cost makes me a luxury item 
Last year one treatment alone cost $80 000
to say nothing of my monthly medication 
Rent on my body 
A chronic investment 
Pressed pills and convex capsules 
etched letters and numbers  
side effects and risks 
combining longterm illness 
relief and hope
in my solo clinical trial 
My science experiment self

Contributor

  • Rebecca Wood lives with her plants and craft supplies in Toronto, Canada. She delights in writing as a playful exploration of being human and what it means to exist in a body with multiple chronic illnesses and episodic disability. Her work can be found in Wordgathering: A Journal of Disability Poetry and Literature, Corporeal, The Blood Project and Pinhole Poetry. Her poem Emergency Contact received an honourable mention in the League of Canadian Poet’s Summer Lovin’ contest. Her debut chapbook “Multimorbid” will be published by kith books in 2025.