Drugs

One of the many reasons I often refuse to take prescription medication:

Well, not exactly. But close.

When I was much, much younger, I felt very much like Ms. Goldfarb.

The doctor barely looked at me, all tiny and barely 110 lbs, before prescribing me some of the strongest medication known to man.

My problem? Endometriosis. Or so, they think. They're not sure.

Because the medical industry can only concentrate on the serious, easy, and money-filled injuries and issues, I have very little to offer them in the way of my swollen uterus.

I now have a full-time job with lots of benefits, and a decent medical plan.

If I did have anything serious happen, all I'd have to do is call up my insurance provider representative and let them know that I was on my way to the hospital.

I mean, if I was conscious.

And in many ways, I did everything I knew how to avoid this type of drama.

I changed my diet from omnivore to vegan.

I try to consciously choose to walk the stairs instead of the escalator.

I take a trip or two around the mall once a week, just to get my blood going.

I hang out with friends.

I try to get along well with others while at work.

I figured that if I put myself in the utmost positive environment, that I'd have a good chance of not ending up like Ms. Goldfarb.

But, I know that's not everything.

I worry.

A lot.

And I had big financial issues until just recently.

I still do, just that I've shaved down quite a bit to focus on what's needed.

Anywho, I've got a lot on my plate... still.

For now, I've got to decide what I want to do with my life.

And I still have depression, anxiety, and some PTSD to handle.

So, the question is, am I going to go on meds to handle all this?

And if I do, how do I keep myself from ending up like Sara?