Life, if that’s what you call it

Eighteen pills a day. Nine in the morning and nine at night. I’ve been told that the benefits are worth the risks but at times I am not so sure.

One is for muscle pain, it keeps me from feeling like I am covered in bruises. I take it morning and night.

One is for joint pain, it makes sure that I can move but it may eat through my stomach lining. I take it morning and night.

One is for my skin, it keeps my “butterfly” rash from being too severe. But it causes me to have severe acid reflux.  I take it morning and night.

One is for blood pressure, it helps with my migraines and keeps my heart rate down. I take it morning and night.

One is for allergies, it also helps with migraines. I take it in the morning.

One is for muscle spasms, it helps me sleep and keeps my back from causing me immense pain. I take it at night.

One is for malaria, yes I know that I don’t have that but it helps suppress my immune system and if I ever go to Central America I’ll be covered. But it may cause me to go blind. I take it morning and night.

I take B12 to help with fatigue and heart health. I take it in the morning.

I take calcium because my medications increase my risk for bone loss.  I take it morning and night.

I take a multivitamin for obvious reasons. I take it at night.

And the last one, I take morning and night, is for depression, because when you have to take all of these medications in order to live a somewhat normal life how could you not have issues with depression?

I’ve split them up so that I only take nine at a time to keep myself from gagging. Every time I take them I have to drink a huge glass of water or it feels like they are stuck in my throat. And I have to eat within an hour of taking them or I will be nauseous. I am lucky that I only have these because there are some Lupus patients that have to take twice as many and some with worse side effects than mine. Without these pills I cannot live. I would be stuck in bed in pain. I wouldn’t be able to take care of my family or myself. I never thought that in my life I would become so dependent on any medication but I have no other choice. For better or worse this is my life.

so, since we are less than a year away from leaving Navy life for good we have started on the great project of organizing and getting rid of a bunch of crap. And today we tackled our outrageously messy garage. Guess what we found in there….. THE FLOOR! I was personally shocked to find it but we did. We also were able to consolidate all of our crap into a few Rubbermaid bins. So right now I am sitting here with a huge sense of accomplishment for finally completing this massive project that was our garage.

We still have much much more to do around the house to get ready. Which is why I have made a schedule of what needs to get done and when it needs to be completed. i guess that is one good thing about my mental fog… I’m becoming more organized simply because if i’m not nothing will get done. it doesn’t help matters any that my Blackberry decided to quit on me this weekend so until I get my new one i using a good old notebook and pencil to keep track of every thing.  I am determined that for once i will be ready for the movers when htey get here. Now since things are getting on track here all we need are jobs and a place to live.