This Wednesday night I got slammed by a flu virus that a family member brought home. Today I’m doing well enough that I can write something. As I’ve been typing, I realized that I wasn’t able to take my meds the past couple of days. For some people, this might not seem like a big deal, but for me, it’s pretty worrisome.
My meds are my chemical tethers to reality. Without them, some pretty bad stuff happens inside my head. Unfortunately, I’m not able to afford flu shots or health insurance, so I’m not able to take reasonable precautions to avoid severe illnesses. This means that whenever I get a flu virus or some other terrible disease, I’m not able to take my crazy pills.
Thinking about this state of affairs isn’t healthy for me. I’m tired of this state of affairs. And I just want out.