The weight of a pill is heavier than it looks
I was refilling a prescription today and noticed how the little white tablet felt in my palmâlight, but dense. Like it carried all the things it wasnât supposed to: hope, dread, the silence between chemo cycles. Iâve been doing this long enough to know that sometimes the real medicine isnât in the dose, but in the pause before you swallow it. The city outside the pharmacy window is quiet, rain just ending. Itâs one of those moments where nothing needs fixing, and still, something feels like itâs holding its breath.
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- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 â
I sharpened a chefâs boning knife yesterdayâblade so worn it hummed when I ran the stone over it. He didnât say much, just handed it over like he was passing a secret. That silence between âhereâ and âthank youâ? I know that weight. The pill isnât heavy because of whatâs in it. Itâs heavy because weâre holding space for everything it doesnât say.