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March 31, 2005
Mortality, part 4
Coumadin, baby aspirin, Norvasc: Many nights, as I trudge into the bathroom to take my pills, I become annoyed. I pitch a fit. I get grumpy. I ask (no one in particular) why I have to keep taking pills every night.
I really make quite a scene sometimes.
Julianna is patient with me. She understands better than I do.
I was talking about this with my friend, Katy Raymond, a couple of weeks ago and she said something interesting that kind of put it all in perspective…
I was complaining, “I just hate the fact that I am going to have to take pills for the rest of my life.”
In turn, Katy responded, “Yeah, but if taking pills means that you’ll have a ‘rest of your life’...”
That makes sense. Still, why do I have this ongoing, internal struggle everytime I see my pill box?
I think I know why…
Each night, when it comes time to take my pills, I am reminded that I am mortal. I am reminded that my heart attack was real and that I am living a temporary life. You see, it’s easy to recognize a temporary life — we all know that we won’t live forever — but it’s quite another thing to be confronted with it every night of your life.
(Read more entries on my mortality.)
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