Everyday, I get drugged up. I have it all written down and color coded in a list so I won’t forget what to take when. There are pills in the morning, oils at lunch, powders and tea in the afternoon, more pills and tea at night and an enema when I go to bed. All told, it’s 23 pills, 2 scoops of powder, 5 tsp of oils / liquids, 2 cups of tea all down my throat and 4 oz of enema up my butt. Everyday, 365 days per year.
Why do I do this? Well it’s all aimed at keeping two chronic and incurable auto immune diseases at bay. So far it all seems to be working. The inflammation in my bowels and on my skin has mostly abated and now I’m feeling pretty good and can lead a normal life.
But everyday I need to get drugged up to keep it together. There’s a small steroid I take to keep my skin from blistering itself apart, but then there’s a drug to minimize the irritation in my gut caused by the steroid. There’s also calcium and vitamin D supplements to add back the calcium that gets leached out by the steroid. Then there’s a med to sooth out inflammation in my bowels and an iron supplement to add back the iron lost by the inflammation. There’s a probiotic to add back in good bacteria in my gut to offset the bad bacteria that gets over populated with the inflammation. Then there’s the supplements, teas, and oils that are all aimed at avoiding inflammation that seems to want to rage in my body. And finally there’s my daily 45 minutes of meditation to keep my mind from going bonkers from having to deal with all this stuff.
Three years ago, all I took was an over the counter multi vitamin and I saw my doctor once a year. Now, it’s four prescriptions and eight supplements. And I see my primary doctor along with two specialists, a nutritionist, a naturopath doctor, and a therapist when I need it.
But overall, after going thru a hellish year, I’m feeling really good. I’m very thankful and fortunate to have a supportive family and some outstanding medical people who helped me get to this point. I also get reminded there are others have that it a lot worse. But every so often as I’m checking my list of meds and swallowing a pill, I ponder the question that has either no answer or a multitude of them – how did I get this messed up?