The pills are getting to be overwhelming. I’m afraid to even count them at this point because I really don’t want to know the total number I swallow every day. I know I take enough potassium every day to kill at least three adult men, I take enough diuretics to float a boat, and enough blood thinner for an army. This Sunday morning ritual of refilling my pill containers with my weekly pills is too much sometimes. I do it, but I certainly don’t enjoy it. I don’t actually have a single pill organizer anymore, I have to use three separate ones that I’ve marked, morning, afternoon, and evening. The single pill organizers that have multiple containers for daily pills don’t come in a large enough size for everything I take in a single day.
I need to get over this weird pill anxiety. I’ll have to take pills like this for the rest of my life, so I’d better get over it. Taking them causes anxiety though, thinking about taking them does as well, but despite that I do take them as the doctors have prescribed because I know they’re keeping me alive.
So there you have it, my Sunday morning, distributing my pills for the week, then laying them out so I don’t forget. I have Buddy (from The Secret Life of Pets) watching over them for me! I know I’m fortunate to have good doctors, and the means to pay for my medication, I know it could be so much worse than I feel some days.