Jewells of Thought

Do you take medicines? Do you take several medicines each day? Do you have trouble with your medicine being ready when you need it? Do you get frustrated with your doctors, nurses, drugstores or pharmacists?

This is not my medicine tray. Mine is not as full as this one looks to be fortunately. Plus my tray is a translucent purple so I can still see the inside like this one. Only mine is prettier despite needing to use the thing in the first place.

There are times I get really annoyed with my own answers to those questions. Some of my pills are supplements, vitamins that I needed to enhance the healing of my arm due to a deficiency of Vitamin D. My body wasn’t producing enough Vitamin D to encourage healing after my first wrist/arm surgery. It took more time to adequately heal.

Therefore, having medicine when the instructions say to take them is crucial. I have now had to take these supplements for two surgeries, without them my arm might not have been able to properly heal. Also further derailing my musical passion of playing piano like I used to again. Thank goodness, I am playing again and enjoying the thrill of nailing a song once again.

However, this morning was frustrating, actually the last 24 hours have been absolutely frustrating. I have learned to keep the medicine bottles all together during my dialysis position I came to appreciate the one-week medicine trays. Such a life-saver, especially when I was traveling. It’s easier to keep track of what I have now and what I need to get from week to week. Sometimes, though I make mistakes or the pharmacists or their staff do.

I know that I have really troubles with stress. Not nearly as I did 6 months ago when I literally lived amidst a hornets nest though. Do you have troubles with getting medicine and putting it up, but not necessarily where it belonged with the other bottles? Yeah that is essentially what has been my problem this week. I realized when I put my pills together I didn’t have enough to fill out the week. I knew it was a green colored pill. The day we checked to see mom went in to get other medicines I couldn’t remember the name of the pill I needed, I told her the wrong name. My second faux pas.

Here is where things get irritating. the staff in the pharmacy took our word for it. Which got me to think, don’t they have policy and procedures in place for something like this. Their records showed I had enough of this one pill the one I had plenty of; so it told them I wasn’t due to have it. Yet they didn’t check against the other prescriptions that could also be possibly out. Mom had to pay to get over a week’s worth when I already had that particular medicine.

Then they told her I needed to talk to the physician who prescribed it that it needed to be refilled. I was really miffed that mom had to pay for my medicine. So the past 24 hours have been infuriating. Especially that I screwed up the name here’s the kicker. This morning, I noticed a prescription bag… unopened and not with my other bottles in my container.

Screwball. I felt like a complete screwball with a loose screw this morning. All of this over the past 2 days of knowing I needed one pill and couldn’t remember the name and not opening the bag when I should have gave me an entire 48 hours of extra worry I didn’t have to go through. Coming to this realization was such a blessing, but not a minute too soon. I nearly called the nurse to call for the refill, when I did not need either of those two pills refilled.

Do you have these moments when you wonder, where is my mind? In my defense, my brain has been addled by a dust allergen for the past week. Maybe I sneezed out too many brain cells from three to 4 nights of midnight fits that left me exhausted. Is this a good enough defense?