Like furious chord progressions in some insanely disjointed heavy-metal anthem, the many varieties of vitamin supplement bottles blur into a single, byzantine letter as my eyes survey them on the pharmacy shelf: A-B-C-D-E to Zinc via Fish Oil and Flax Seed.
Frankly, I think my system needs more Vitamin A, for that is how I've self-diagnosed myself on the internet. We seem best suited to each other. It is the first in line, the alpha dog of the health aisle, and so am I.
Of course, I could attempt to acquire my Vitamin A from real food rather than once-per-day tablets taken with water, but then a diet of liver and carrots doesn't seem all that appealing. There is always the option of drinking a farmer's wife's weight in milk, obviously, although I really don't want to be walking around smelling like an overactive cow udder.
But, alas, for some reason, the supplement manufacturers don't make a stand-alone vial of Vitamin A, so I suppose I'll have to make do with the multi-format motherlode
