Pocket Pharmacy
Sometimes you just know that you’re headed for headache danger … a meeting at work, a visit with in-laws, a noisy train ride. At that moment you wish with all your might that the Costco size bottle of headache pills that you picked up on sale was somewhere within arm’s reach. But unless you’re a raver, you’re probably not carrying a bottle that could choke a pharmacist. So what to do? Well, the first thing to do is make the pills wafer-thin and delicious. But why stop there? How about a wallet-size EZ-peel card containing 6 quick dissolving strips, all in a row? You can even throw on some Listerine and Benadryl to keep it company.
Posted: October 30th, 2007 under futureNow, pain killers.
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