I’m just taking my morning meds. I was up until about 1am playing on Pogo so I slept in late this morning. I just swallowed the little (or not so little) buggers.
I really hate taking my meds. I feel like I am a slave to them. I have to take them or else. It’s pretty daunting when I think about the fact that I will be on meds for the rest of my life.
That’s a big part of my depression. I want to be normal. I know there really isn’t such a thing as normal but you know what I mean. I don’t want to be dependent on drugs so much.
Morning meds are the worst. I seem to always forget if I took them or not and then I’m wondering all day if I did and whether or not I should take them again just in case.
This med call is to help me when I can’t remember and it keeps me in check.
Sorry if it gets annoying. It’s something that is helping so I will continue to do so until I get it straight or figure out another way to remind myself.
Time to make coffee! 🙂