shattered

I look at my little bottle of Levoxyl and think "wow, I have a silly little disease, I have to take this every day for the rest of my life."

I don't think I'll ever fully come to terms with it.

My chest pains and irregular heartbeats have died down quite a bit now that I've been on it for awhile, though. It's a good thing I had enough sense to get myself to a doctor about that (my parents completely brushed it off), and I'm glad I have a friend who cares enough to nag me to go back when they got worse.

Back when they were getting worse and I was starting to freak out, I brought up the posibility of having to take drugs every day for the rest of my life to regulate my heartbeat. And he told me not to worry, that it was silly to think like that.

And I'm taking drugs every day for the rest of my life so that my whole body will work right, not just my heart.

I am thankful for the few close friends I have, who have given me wonderful support over the last few months. This isn't life-threatening, not in the stage they caught it at, but it is life-altering. I'm thankful I got off easy.

It really hits home when I can't eat broccoli or cauliflower whenever I want to.



Cutiepants, add a good dose of hugs to the tab, kay?