This morning in the shower, I came upon a very funy thought (to me anyway):
Every day, I take a pill to protect me from sperm (Apri, birth control pills), a pill to protect me from myself (Lexapro, antidepressant pills), and a pill to protect me from everything else (Zyrtec, allergy pills). I should just get myself a plastic bubble and be done with it.
I think an awful lot about the pills I take. I think about them while I am taking them, I think about them while I am getting prescriptions filled, I think about them while I'm lying in bed unable to sleep (is insomnia a Lexapro side effect?). I guess maybe I'm hoping that being cognizant of the fact that I drug myself to get through daily life will make it OK. And, mostly, it does. I know intellectually that I am not taking anything unnecessary, and that the drugs I take not only markedly improve my quality of life, but are, in some ways, not optional. My allergies put me out of commission on certain days if they are left untreated, and my depression does the same thing. And yes, it's possible that both of those things could be kept in check non-pharmaceutically, but if that's an option for me, it's not one I've found a plan for yet.
I know I'm lucky. I'm lucky none of these pills are for something that's going to kill me. I'm lucky that none of them are for something that's contagious, or that can't be treated. So I shouldn't feel sorry for myself.
But I still do.
Comments (1)
I feel your pain. At the height of my medical misery, I had to take twenty-four pills a day, some of them more than once. It was awful.
Posted by Sofiya | October 21, 2005 3:43 PM