And a white pill, too, for that patriotic effect.
It's official. My thyroid is effed up. I have to stop at the pharmacy on the way home to pick up my latest prescription. I googled what it looks like and technically it's orange not red.
(In the spirit of honesty, I googled what I think the name of the drug is, which may or may not be totally correct, but something with at least a similar name which is used to treat hypothyroidism -- and dear lord that does not look like it could possibly be the correct spelling -- is orange.) (Also, my white pill is a more or less clear caplet.) (But "orange and blue and clear" doesn't really sing.)
The side effects, assuming I'm reading about the medication I'll actually be taking -- probably for the rest of my life -- look just so fun. Again for honesty's sake, Mayo and NHS and other quality medical sites all stress how there are really no side effects, nothing, it's all cool . . . except weight gain or loss (um, okay, pick one please), headache, vomiting, diarrhea, "shakiness", and/or sensitivity to heat. Which is kind of an issue because I'm already taking a med (mostly clear) to stop the vomiting and it's doing a pretty d*mn good job thankyou, a med (blue) that is making me weak and shaky just at random times, and really I naturally have all of these side effects just being alive every day.
I mean, sensitivity to heat!?! Please, Lord, no. I'm about to pass out inside this mask as it is.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a wry discussion of how the meds (so far) absolutely seem to be doing what they're supposed to do and they're all making me feel worse and worse and worse and worse, so I'm really looking forward to adding another one into the mix. But I shouldn't be so negative, at least until I find a way to make whining witty. This new pill could be the one and I'll start feeling better and more like an actual living being. Maybe I'll even want to go out in public (no, probably not).
On the hand, if I were the family pet the phrase "quality of life" would turn up more and more often in conversations, often with sidelong vaguely guilty peeks in my direction.
p.s. I plan to add a cover pic of the red (orange) and blue pills in my open hands a la The Matrix, but there's a really good chance I'll forget or collapse when I finally get home and decide I just don't have the energy. So just sort of visualize the cover pic for this post until I add it, which might very well be never.
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