stupid is as stupid does

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I am usually rather good with my medication. I mean, how difficult can it be to remember to take one tablet a day, at the same time? Well, apparently when Husband isn't around it's very easy. He's on oodles of meds, for his thyroid, his sticky blood, and obviously to stop his body rejecting the foreign kidney, and he takes it at the same time every day, which reminds me to take my single tablet at the same time each day. I haven't taken my meds since Monday night. It hasn't been a conscious decision, but just something that happened, possibly because they don't live in my line of vision. It isn't life and death obviously - they're only antidepressants after all - but I do wonder how quickly withdrawal symptoms occur. There's a part of me who thinks that I could just try not taking them and see what happens, but I do know this could be dangerous. But maybe it won't be. I won't know unless I try. Not that I will. Unless I forget again tonight. I don't think they work anyway, not anymore, if they even did at the beginning, four years ago. But I don't like going to the doctors and I don't like ringing for an appointment and this makes it difficult to see someone. She'll ring me soon {I'm due a meds review} and she'll enquire as to whether I am happy on them, and I'll say yes, and she'll say okay and then life will carry on as normal and be hunky-dory, because I'm too stubborn or anxious or stupid to sort stuff out. Time to go. Lessons need supporting in. Happy day!