I’m a pill popper!
Life before my bipolar diagnoses saw me being pill free! I wouldn’t even take a Panadol if I could get by without it. How the world has changed!
I now take at least (minimum) two tablets a day. An anti-depressant and my bipolar medication. If I wasn’t going to do another round of IVF that would be it. All in all, not too bad.
BUT… I AM doing another round of IVF, and with six months to go, the doctors have already got my body getting prepared. I have given the doctors the three-fingered salute and like a good girl guide have gone about purchasing and popping pills regularly. Let’s see, at the moment my routine looks like this:
MORNING: Lamotrogine, Cipralex, Vitamin D, Doxycycline, Omega 3, CoQ10, DHEA, hGH
EVENING: Doxycycline, Melatonin, DHEA
The worst part of taking these pills is the exhorbitant costs that these little suckers cost along with the fact that I have to remember to take the damn things.
Not being a fan of pill-popping, I have this incredible skill of completely forgetting to take the required medication, but I am working on it, attempting to formulate a habit.
The other thing I hate about taking all this medication is that when I travel, it looks like I am a druggie, either with major issues or a drug pusher. The DHEA and the hGH cause major dramas with me having to ensure I have a certified copy of my prescription, along with a doctor’s letter stating the amount I must take and why I must take this medication. Not only that, I need to take this particular medication ON the plane and it must be refrigerated or in a bag with dry-ice. A standard ice-cooler that you may find in the everyday household freezer will not do as liquids over 50-100mg (depending on airline carrier) are a big no-no.
This becomes a hell of a lot scarier when you are travelling through Dubai or Abu Dhabi which tends to have a guilty until proven innocent mentality with drugs.
So, little ole me, who has a police record a lot longer than I would ever admit to BUT is now totally and sweetly innocent, travels with my breath sucked in every time I see a security guard and prays to God that I will yet again be free to pass through customs without being tackled to the ground, with guns pointing at my head as they handcuff me and take me to a secure room for interrogation. One police check and I am doomed to spend time in jail, for sure!
But for now, I will continue to do as the doctors ask and pray that at the end of this journey I will have in my arms a baby made from my own little eggs which would be of such superior quality due to the drugs and of course the hubster’s amazingly virile, mobile and outstanding sperm!