SHAKIN' Not STIRRED

It sounds very simple to just pop the top off a medicine bottle, which for anyone else would be extremely simple. Not for me. After hundreds of different attempts at maneuvering my hands, altering my body, applying pressure with my legs, or whatever other style I've tried, I have finally found the right trick. My routine involves clinching the bottle tightly with my right hand (which makes my hand tremor even worse), then I place my left hand flatly on top of the bottle. At this point, it looks like I am trying to strangle the bottle to death; however, it's the only way I can ever get it open. I end the battle by twisting as hard as I can until the bottle finally agrees to open. It appears that this is a simple thing to do, although my hands aren't really cooperating with me this morning, and they usually don't any other morning. Lucky for me I get the bottle open on the first try, and as I always do, spill several pills on the counter and floor as I hurriedly throw one down my throat, chasing it down with water. I manage not to spill any water on me or the floor this time since I just took one big swig, not allowing the water bottleti,e to flip and fling around in my hand. I take a deep breath, one of relaxation knowing that soon my body, my mouth, my balance, and my hands will be under control temporarily.