I forgot to take my medicine yesterday. I didn’t realize it until dinner last night. By then it was too late to take it, so I had to wait until this morning.
By the time I woke up, my head was splitting from the pain. I could actually hear my eyes rolling around in their sockets and I was nauseated beyond belief. I took my medicine right away and by lunchtime, I was feeling moderately better. By the time dinner rolled around, I was much better and could actually funciton like a human being again.
It’s funny how such a small thing can have such a big impact on one’s life. I take this little pill every day and it has built up in my system so that without it, I can’t function properly.
I should have noticed that I forgot to take my medicine earlier in the day. I had snapped at Adrianne over the phone and the morning I woke up feeling nauseated, I yelled at the dog and the cat to get out of my way. It’s just a little thing, but it affects me so significantly.
When I first started taking this medication, I wasn’t thrilled about it. I didn’t want to take it, I felt it made me weak. My doctor told me to think about it like it was a vitamin for my brain that I needed to take. Now, I know. I can’t function without it. But now, I wonder if it’s because I need the medicine, or because I go through withdrawal when I don’t take it?
The medicine I forgot to take is for my depression and anxiety. It’s not always easy for me to talk about, but I think it is important to be open and honest about it. Talking about it will make it easier. Treating it as taboo only makes it worse.
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