Medications and me…

…do not go well together. It’s not that I wilfully avoid taking my meds. Sometimes, I get so busy that I forget, although I have meds chucked into my handbag AND on my work desk AND at home. I thought that by spreading them through the home and work space, that it would help me remember to take my pills. It doesn’t, really. Maybe I don’t put in enough effort, or maybe these meds, although vital to improve my health and quality of life, are not the sort of meds that you HAVE to take, otherwise you’d die if you didn’t.

There’s my Oroxine for my hypothyroidism; there’s progesterone and Gluocophage for my PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), but I’ve since stopped taking progesterone because it made me put on heaps on weight, and besides, my doctor gave me the OK to stop them. I recently had a female illness and went to see the OBGYN, who admonished me rather fiercely about my lack of ability to remember taking my pills. I’d been warned. I needed to take them to improve my life, and perhaps they would even help me reduce my weight!

It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve seen the OBGYN and I’ve taken my meds only once that entire time, despite great promises to myself that I would be diligent about them. Old habits die hard. I need to get focused!