I have problems taking my medicine.
Correct that. I have problems stopping what I am doing to take my medicine.
It’s been about a month since I started taking daily insulin injections on top of my rather large pills to manage my diabetes, high blood pressure, and cholesterol. The insulin does not require me to take with meals, but I still have put a needle on a pen and jab myself in the gut everyday to take it.
I’m not even going to start about actually checking my blood glucose.
My problem with stopping what i am doing to take my medicine is that I have to stop what I am doing to take my medicine. In spite of my desire to live a very long time, I also want to be productive for what every amount of time I actually have. And being a person who doesn’t see to many days under 9 hours at work, and with other insane projects I take on, stopping for five minutes to eat a granola bar and swallow some pills I don’t want to take anyway is not being productive. In my mind, it is a complete interrupt.
It is also, in my mind, completely stupid to not comply with these demands, based on my admission in
The last paragraph ‘of my desire to live a very long time.’
So despite having to stop typing this physical distraction device for my mental stalling, about 30 seconds before I began typing this line, I took my insulin shot. I am ending this physical account of my mental note to take my pills . . . now . . .
Taking My Medicine
I have problems taking my medicine.
Correct that. I have problems stopping what I am doing to take my medicine.
It’s been about a month since I started taking daily insulin injections on top of my rather large pills to manage my diabetes, high blood pressure, and cholesterol. The insulin does not require me to take with meals, but I still have put a needle on a pen and jab myself in the gut everyday to take it.
I’m not even going to start about actually checking my blood glucose.
My problem with stopping what i am doing to take my medicine is that I have to stop what I am doing to take my medicine. In spite of my desire to live a very long time, I also want to be productive for what every amount of time I actually have. And being a person who doesn’t see to many days under 9 hours at work, and with other insane projects I take on, stopping for five minutes to eat a granola bar and swallow some pills I don’t want to take anyway is not being productive. In my mind, it is a complete interrupt.
It is also, in my mind, completely stupid to not comply with these demands, based on my admission in
The last paragraph ‘of my desire to live a very long time.’
So despite having to stop typing this physical distraction device for my mental stalling, about 30 seconds before I began typing this line, I took my insulin shot. I am ending this physical account of my mental note to take my pills . . . now . . .