3 a day
21 a week
84 a month
1008 a year.
10,080 in ten years
So, if I carry on taking my small little 3 tablets a day of Azathiaprine, then potentially by the time I am abour 30 years old I will have taken over ten thousand tablets in just the last ten years alone. Adding to this any antibiotics I may have to take because of a reduced immune system from the medicine. And the normal like paracetemol. It both amazes and disgusts me.
I am amazed that modern science can remove the crippling pain that I felt for so long last year, I am disgusted that my body couldn’t sort it on its on. I am amazed that this is relatively new technology, and what else could be achieved in the future, I am disgusted that it was my body that failed to function properly on its own, I am amazed, but I am also disgusted.
I am lucky enough to be getting my treatment done privately, through private health care my dad receives with work; although I am only covered another 3 months until I turn 21..but I am still paying for all my medicines myself. Every time I go to get a prescription it is at least £8, and due to the changing medicine and the amount at which I get through them..I am going regurlarly. I don’t even want to think about how much that will add up to.
I was looking at the British Museum website for part of my studies, and found this exhibit:
https://www.britishmuseum.org/explore/highlights/highlight_objects/aoa/c/cradle_to_grave.aspx called “From Cradle to Grave”, about the number of tablets the average person has in a lifetime. It follow a male and female story. Both contain over 14,000 pills / tablets / lozenges etc – which doesn’t include the ones that we take over the counter. If so it would be about 40,000 pills each (according to the website). just re-read that number in your head, forty thousand. That is a huge, a ridiculous number. But for me, and others like me, that number will be oh so much higher. I will be taking 1/4 of that number in the next ten years of my life alone – and ontop of that many other potential pills -antibiotics, contraceptives , etc. That boggles my mind.
I am so grateful to live in a time when this medicine is available to help my body to cope, and to allow me to live once more a normal life. But I am also a little disappointed in myself, in my body, for not being able to cope. Why does it need THIS much help? Why couldn’t it just…well, work?! Regardless, it doesn’t and life goes on. But that number of pills in my body, each releasing a little something which affects how my body should naturally work…. I know I need them, but it feels a little weird.
Full of reflections today,