November 28, 2005 - 10:44 p.m.
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I officially feel old and decrepit. This polycystic ovarian syndrome is the most annoying thing to ever happen in my life. I'm hearing more and more about it every day, so I'm optimistic that it'll become popular and recognized enough that, soon, there will be a better way to treat it. Until then, I'm pumping myself full of pills. Tonight I just broke down and busted out a weekly pill reminder box, because I couldn't keep it straight anymore. Glucophage two times a day (the doctor said three, but I just couldn't handle that). Because that medicine, and my condition, make me sensitive to my diet, I also must take a multi vitamin most days. Because of what it does to my system, making my anemic, I also must take an iron pill every other day. In a completely seperate container, and on a completely seperate schedule, I have my birth control pills, which are handy because they keep me from having a baby, but were actually prescribed because glucophage wasn't getting my periods started after nine months, and I needed something else. Not to mention the pill I took tonight, a 24-hour Sudafed, because I'm sick. Normally, that wouldn't be a big deal at all. But when I sit there and take three millions pills all at once, one more doesn't help. I had to get the 24 hour Sudafed. There's no way I was putting more pills into myself than I have to.
I hate this. It makes me feel so weak and broken down every time I stand at my counter and open five pill bottles to down them all before I eat. I'm not even 20 yet. What happens when I hit 80?
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