<p>As technological advancements work relentlessly towards finding new and renewable energy, my wife is keen to find renewable methods to conserve energy and trim the daily household chores of a married woman. Her objective: Save calories and grow healthier by leaps and bounds.<br /><br /></p>.<p>Once we were watching a humourous conversation in a soap opera on television: The patient asks, “Please explain your prescription,” to which the doctor says, “(Take) these tablets before food, these after food and these tablets during food”. We guffawed at that and my wife’s laughter lingered for some time. Innocent as I was, I thought she was just more amused by the joke than I was.<br /><br />We visited a doctor when I caught pharangytis and he repeated the dialogue we had heard on television. My wife listened to the doctor’s prescription. I told the doctor, “Tomorrow I have some important work and will be out the whole day. So can I take the three lots of medicines at the time of breakfast?” He said “Yes.” My wife nodded and as usual, I thought she will take care of my medication.<br /><br /> At half past seven the next morning, I asked my wife for breakfast and the medicines. After much ado, my wife laid out the dining table and when I took the seat, she gave me the ‘before-the-food’ medicine and I swallowed it. Then she went into the kitchen. I fantasised about a tasty breakfast. My wife returned, wearing an ear-to-ear grin, cat-walking like a model and put a huge plate containing just two tablets.<br /><br /> “What is this?” I asked in disbelief. “Follow the medical advice,” she replied. “The doctor has prescribed those two tablets for your breakfast. Do not worry, if you are still hungry after those tablets, I will bring the pudding.” Then, she brought another 3-4 tablets in a quarter plate with an ice cube holder. I gulped the medicine and sulked over the ways of my wife to reduce her work load.<br /><br />As I was walking out of the house with an apple in my hand, my wife said, “You had your tablets and now I will have my tablet.” While I was wondered what she was referring to, she got out her tablet and switched it on, to watch the pre-market reviews on television. <br />I returned home in the evening and asked my wife “Am I going to have tablets again for dinner?” She said T-ABLE-IT (meaning, tea will able it) and presented a cup of tea with sugar-free tablets. I advised my wife that we should find a doctor who might prescribe different food, diet and fruits to cure my ailment. <br /><br />Suddenly, my wife became figure-conscious. She secured an immediate appointment with Gen Next. On meeting them, my wife said she wanted to lose some weight.<br /><br />Gen Next was instant with its prescription: Two puris in the morning, three phulkas in the afternoon and two katoris of rice at night. “Fine,” my wife said. “I will follow your advise; just tell me, all these have to be taken before meals or after meals?”</p>
<p>As technological advancements work relentlessly towards finding new and renewable energy, my wife is keen to find renewable methods to conserve energy and trim the daily household chores of a married woman. Her objective: Save calories and grow healthier by leaps and bounds.<br /><br /></p>.<p>Once we were watching a humourous conversation in a soap opera on television: The patient asks, “Please explain your prescription,” to which the doctor says, “(Take) these tablets before food, these after food and these tablets during food”. We guffawed at that and my wife’s laughter lingered for some time. Innocent as I was, I thought she was just more amused by the joke than I was.<br /><br />We visited a doctor when I caught pharangytis and he repeated the dialogue we had heard on television. My wife listened to the doctor’s prescription. I told the doctor, “Tomorrow I have some important work and will be out the whole day. So can I take the three lots of medicines at the time of breakfast?” He said “Yes.” My wife nodded and as usual, I thought she will take care of my medication.<br /><br /> At half past seven the next morning, I asked my wife for breakfast and the medicines. After much ado, my wife laid out the dining table and when I took the seat, she gave me the ‘before-the-food’ medicine and I swallowed it. Then she went into the kitchen. I fantasised about a tasty breakfast. My wife returned, wearing an ear-to-ear grin, cat-walking like a model and put a huge plate containing just two tablets.<br /><br /> “What is this?” I asked in disbelief. “Follow the medical advice,” she replied. “The doctor has prescribed those two tablets for your breakfast. Do not worry, if you are still hungry after those tablets, I will bring the pudding.” Then, she brought another 3-4 tablets in a quarter plate with an ice cube holder. I gulped the medicine and sulked over the ways of my wife to reduce her work load.<br /><br />As I was walking out of the house with an apple in my hand, my wife said, “You had your tablets and now I will have my tablet.” While I was wondered what she was referring to, she got out her tablet and switched it on, to watch the pre-market reviews on television. <br />I returned home in the evening and asked my wife “Am I going to have tablets again for dinner?” She said T-ABLE-IT (meaning, tea will able it) and presented a cup of tea with sugar-free tablets. I advised my wife that we should find a doctor who might prescribe different food, diet and fruits to cure my ailment. <br /><br />Suddenly, my wife became figure-conscious. She secured an immediate appointment with Gen Next. On meeting them, my wife said she wanted to lose some weight.<br /><br />Gen Next was instant with its prescription: Two puris in the morning, three phulkas in the afternoon and two katoris of rice at night. “Fine,” my wife said. “I will follow your advise; just tell me, all these have to be taken before meals or after meals?”</p>
