I
take my medication like a big girl.
Actually
no, I cry like a baby, but you would too if you had to stab yourself with a
needle the size of a thumb tack every other week. You might also be mildly
upset if the stuff you were stabbing yourself with caused your throat to close
up, your stomach to give up its contents and your skin to break out.
I know
I talk about my medication a lot. That’s because I’m still having to accept
that this is a part of my life now. I’m not doing it for a year or two, I’m
doing this forever! Thank god for ObamaCare. I know a lot of people hate it but
if you have a pre-existing medical condition, it actually works out pretty
well. It used to be that health insurance carriers could deny me or charge me
extra for having a disease like this. Now those suckers have to take me and
take care of me.
Health
Insurance is one of those things you never think about until it applies to you.
As far as Congress goes, I hear a lot of noise, but no one seems to actually be
able to think about the issues at hand. I have a lot of friends who seem to
think that they know what is best, until I remind them that they don’t have a
debilitating disease or a history of cancer to think about when they get
insurance.
Sometimes
when I feel sorry for myself, I think about the little girl I work with for the
Cystic Fibrosis Foundation and I stop throwing my little pity party. She has to
take about a million medications a day and use a chest compressor and all sorts
of other stuff just to get through the day. And she’s always so chipper about
everything.
I
have to stab myself with a needle twice a month. But at least it’s only twice a
month.
Challenge
to my Readers:
Take
your medicine like a big kid. No matter how bad you think you have it, there is
always someone who has it worse.
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