I had one of those “not so fun” 49andcounting milestones today. It was one of those moments I saw coming, we all have them, like the day I knew I couldn’t jump on the trampoline with the grandkids anymore (I know you know what I mean!). Some things just come with age, and this one…well, for some reason, I fought it. I did not want to be that kind of old, it hurt my psyche. Darn it, it was just like a slap in the face, I hated doing it, but…
I had to write down a list of my medications! When the sweet nurse asked the question I didn’t want to hear, “what medications are you taking?”…I had to pull out the little 12 month planner, flip to the “to do” pages…and give her my list of pills!
Prior to today, I was able to somehow remember my medicines, well maybe not by name. It went something like this.
“Let’s see…they removed my thyroid, so I take that pill; and they removed my uterus, so I take that pill; and my cholesterol is a little high, so I take that pill; and all the rest are the ones you’ve prescribed me.” That usually took care of it. Those nurses are so darn smart, they figured it out on their own.
But today, I had to give it up, give up my “this is an old thing attitude”, and write the list. The pill count is getting too high, and the Dr. is forever changing what I take. So I have it. My list of pills, that I carry around in my purse. (My daughter the nurse assures me that I need it in case of emergency.) But something about it feels “pretty old” to me, and it was not easy making myself write them down.
And now that I have a “list”…well, I went to the store and bought fish oil and calcium. What the heck, what’s a few more pills? And I hear that my bones and joints may feel better for it!
Praying it will be easier for you to write “the list”!