Friday, July 1, 2016

Pills

Taking pills was never my favourite thing to do. Hell, taking meds was never, at the first place. And it got a lot harder as I grow up. When I was at the age of taking liquid medicine, I was so excited and looking forward to the day I get to take pills instead of liquid. Now, if I could go back I would tell 8 year old me don't be fooled by this.

Popping a pill always seem so easy on tv, to a certain extent it probably looks cool. Like how did those people make such a terrible thing look so cool? I can never do that. Every single medicine-taking time is not a process, it's a ritual. You got to have that prayer before that pill gets into your mouth and chug it down your throat within 3 seconds before it melts that disgusting bitterness on your tongue. And later thank god for not choking it.

Taking the pills is not the only dreadful part. The aftermath doesn't fare too well either. It's a relief when you can sense your fever fading away after taking your pill for awhile, but the nauseous feeling crosses that out. It takes away your appetite, makes you unsure whether you're actually hungry or full because both feels horrible anyway. Your 15 minutes meal time becomes 1.5 hours and I wouldn't mind that unless when my food already turns cold by then.

I would always count the number of pills and calculate the amount of days until I will finish them. But for some people, the number of days is unknown until the day they stop breathing. That's why every time I fall sick, it is a lesson learned to appreciate more of taking care of myself, and empathize more of the people who has to rely on pills for the rest of their lives to stay alive. 

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