Every Sunday morning I divvy up my medications and vitamins in one of those little medication holders to remind me if I ignore my alarms and forgot to take my morning, afternoon, or late afternoon pills. I usually don’t forget bedtime because that is usually the only routine I stick to….going to bed. Now that I don’t suffer from insomnia any more, bedtime is a real treat.
This Sunday I had to smile and kind of laugh at myself for something I told my dentist. I handed over my scroll of medications and all the over-the-counter medications and vitamins I ingest on a daily basis. I had to have a tooth pulled and one of my medications has a reminder that I’m supposed to tell the dentist if I should have any dental work performed.
He looked over my list and said…..”these look to be mostly….” and I finished his sentence with “vitamins”.
I take quite a few vitamins and probably many of them aren’t absorbed by my body and end up in the bottom of the toilet but, in my mind, they are important to take.
However, the amount of vitamins is small in comparison to the number of psychiatric drugs I take.
Not that I don’t appreciate my medications—they gave me my life back. I laugh because I believe I like convincing myself that my medications are actually vitamins.
The little white lies we tell ourselves to make it through the day.