Last night, before my birthday dinner, I scooped up a handful of pills.
“Daddy,” Grace asked. “What are those for?”
I pushed them around on my hand, and, not for the first time ever, thought about all the different things that would be part of my bloodstream after I took them. There’s one for allergies. Two of one kind to help regulate my glucose levels. And another to help that one.
And there’s a new one. An anti-depressant.
That one was a bit of a surprise. And I’m still processing the whole thing. I walked into my doctor’s office to talk diabetes, and before I knew it, we were having a heart-to-heart about my life. My doctor knows my life pretty well. It’s struggles, and its strengths.
She recommended the antidepressant.
I left that out in my answer to Grace. “It’s for my diabetes,” I said, not even intentionally leaving out the allergy stuff.
The diabetes has been around a while. It’s my challenge. I’m lucky enough today to be part of Kerri Ames’ challenge series on her blog, Undiagnosed but OK. I’m calling myself out a bit on the diabetes. The rest?
Well, maybe that’ll be for another day, when I get a better handle on it.
Please join me, and tell me in your comments a little about your challenge, too.