When Pill Dispensers Become the Main Event.

A Love Story, A Friendship Tale, and a Menopause Memoir

There we were.

Two grown women.

Wine poured. Snacks out. Cozy Saturday night vibes fully activated.

And what were we exuberantly discussing?

Pill dispensers.

Not gossip.

Not vacations.

Not sex.

Not even trauma (which, honestly, is usually on the menu).

Nope.

We were passionately debating pill dispensers.

• Vertical vs. horizontal.

• AM/PM compartments.

• Pop-out trays.

• Travel-friendly models.

• Child-proof but not arthritis-proof.

Why some lids feel like they were designed by someone who hates women over 40.

We were animated.

Hand gestures.

Raised voices.

“That one CHANGED MY LIFE.”

“No but HAVE YOU SEEN THE ONE WITH THE SLIDING DRAWERS?!”

At one point, I believe someone said, “I just feel more in control now.”

Reader, she was talking about magnesium.

Meanwhile, my 42-year-old fiancé sat across the room, pretending to scroll on his phone… but very clearly listening.

Smiling.

Chuckling.

Occasionally shaking his head like he’d wandered into a National Geographic special titled…

Middle-Aged Women in Their Natural Habitat

This man fell in love with someone who once thought a fun Saturday night meant tequila shots and impulsive tattoos.

Now?

He’s watching me and my best friend passionately analyze weekly medication logistics like it’s a TED Talk.

And here’s the thing—

We were having the time of our lives.

This is menopause, folks.

This is what fun looks like now.

It’s not loud bars.

It’s not late nights.

It’s not chaos for the sake of chaos.

It’s:

• Knowing exactly which supplement helps your joints

• Celebrating a dispenser that doesn’t explode pills across the counter

• Feeling weirdly proud of a system that works

• And laughing your ass off while doing it

There is something deeply unhinged—and deeply beautiful—about the joy that arrives in this phase of life.

We are no longer trying to be cool.

We are trying to be functional.

And somehow… that’s funnier.

And freer.

And honestly? Way more satisfying.

So yes.

We spent our Saturday night talking about pill dispensers.

And laughing.

And feeling seen.

And my fiancé?

He just sat there chuckling, realizing this wasn’t a phase.

This is the show now.

And you know what?

I wouldn’t trade it for all the tequila in my twenties.