One of the hardest things to deal with (this spring) has been how to justify taking all this medicine when I feel just fine. And how to keep the new plants alive, but that’s for a different diary entry.
I’ve been hearing about the importance of taking meds on a regular basis for years. The same years I badly needed to take medicine to stand upright and function normally. Lately…knock-on-wood…I feel pretty good, and I look at the pill case and I wonder why I’m downing them by the handful.
Here’s why: that’s what got me here. That handful of drugs which taught me to swallow up to 8 at a time (a useful party trick) have been my so-called lifeline since my chubby cheeks, awkward voice and multicolored braces. That pharma-tini cocktail has kept me the life of the party.