This was day three of me not taking my pills for the not passing out thing. And I managed to pick a fight, decided to move, and randomly cried out of nowhere. All in one day.
I don't like having to rely on the suppliments I take. But my body seems to be so used to them that it tends to freak out if I don't take them. I don't come from a family of pill takers. My mom has always believed in the holistic approach to medicine. So I take a mind over matter approach. Well, that doesn't seem to work with this body. This body gets real mean real quick if I don't take them. And then I usually have to apologize for whatever magnificent way I've shoved my foot down my throat.
It's humbling to have to rely on two ginormous green horse pills...
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