The yellow Sharps container

I walk through my kitchen countless times everyday. It's just the room where food and drink are. It's the room that I have to go through to get to the living room. I spend a lot of time in there. Dishes, cooking, cleaning, laughing, dancing with Emma....a lot goes on in the kitchen. As I was standing at the sink today doing the dishes, I looked up at the counter to set something down and spotted the big yellow Sharps container. For those of you that do not know, a Sharps container is a plastic container that has a locking lid on it to put your used needles in to dispose of them safely. Well, our Sharps container resides right next to my sink. I don't know why I decided to put it there....I just did...and there it has sat since that first day. Granted we have filled up a few containers over the years...so it is not technically the same exact container sitting there, but you get what I mean. Anyway, i caught sight of it and for some reason it really got to me. That bright yellow container...like a big bright reminder that someone with diabetes lives in this house. It's sort of along the same lines as when you are out driving and happen to see one of those big flashy lemon yellow cars going by..the bass from their music is loud enough to make your teeth rattle in your head, the windows are tinted so black that you start to wonder if anyone is really actually driving it...or if it is just Kit from Knight Rider reincarnated. As they fly by you going down the highway, you catch sight of their license plate and it always says something like "DONT H8T" or "PLAYR69" or something stupid like that. You watch them drive out of sight over the horizon and you go back to your own personal karaoke session singing along to your tunes in your own car.
Where was I going with this again?.........oh yea....the Sharps container.....
So there I was standing in the kitchen, soapy dishes in my hands, and a pain in my chest. I hate that box...i hate the Sharps container and everything it stands for. I hate that it takes up counter space in my little kitchen. I hate that it is such a flashy yellow. I hate that it is there. I hate that I have to see it everyday. I hate it. I know it probably seems like such a silly thing to hate in the grand scheme of things...but I can't help it...I do.
I am completely not a violent person, but I think that when a cure is found...after I cry my eyes out and scream for joy and see the look in my baby girl's eyes when she learns that she doesn't have to live this diabetic life anymore.......after all of that is said and done, I would like to take a sledge hammer to that Sharps container until there is nothing left but dust.....
...and then put a vase of beautiful flowers in it's place on the kitchen counter.