I woke up this morning, with this thought: I would die if I didn't have my pills. Why this popped into my mind at 7am, I don't know. But it's true. So, coincidentally when I saw today's Photo Friday assignment (I'm #183 on the list, check out some of the other pictures) for this was was 'Health', this is where my camera immediately went - a month's worth of meds. There is a minimum of 16 pills for each day, plus the shot. The pill bottles contain the pills that are too big/too many for the daily container thingys. Or they're one's I take only once or twice a day.
I think because the Lyrica is actually working, and I'm mostly pain-free for the last couple of months...maybe the thought of going back to how it was before is absolutely not an option. Does saying "I would die if I didn't have my pills" sound like an addict? I wish. Sometimes. None of the drugs I take have any upper or downer quality to them. One of them is for spasticity, which for me, makes me walk like Frankenstein. The rest are for pain. 'Nerve pain'. Because nerve pain is so illusive, it's taking a plethora of meds to nail it down. Eight times a day. Sometimes, my throat just closes down at the first sign of the largest pill. Normally I can chuck them down in one handful, 8-10 at a time. Other times, gag city.