Taking meds
So, I have meds I need to take when I’m at work. It’s something I can’t get around. They need to be taken at a certain time. Anyway, most days it’s all good and I just set a timer to take them and I quietly go back and take them. No one asks questions because people at my work are awesome.
But today, I dropped one of the pills underneath somewhere and couldn’t get it back. It could’ve been much worse, but mostly I felt like a dodo because I couldn’t find it at all. And I feel self-conscious about taking my meds anyway sometimes. People know a little of what they’re for, but they don’t know all of it. They don’t know my whole struggle. I am so glad that my dad was able to bring me a spare today and there weren’t any questions asked (like I said, I love my coworkers). They’re awesome. But I still wonder what people think about my meds. Even after I’ve been taking them since I was seven years old, it’s like I’m still trying to remember it’s okay to take them, you know? Anyway, it turned out all right, but sometimes I wish I didn’t have all this extra. I guess if I didn’t have that, I’d have something else so I’m good. :) #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder #PureO #Medicine #Medicineontime #Anxiety #Embarrassment