Falling off the Guai Train

Ok. So I have to admit that I go through periods of time where I hate taking medicine everyday and "forget" or "postpone" taking my medication. The problem is that it tends to start off as a missed dose that snowballs into this cycle of telling myself that it's the wrong time of day to take them and/or telling myself I don't need them, see, I missed a dose and feel just fine.

Yeah.

Three days later, I'm a mess. My sleep cycle is totally off kilter. I'm exhausted. I'm prone to large, slobbering, tear streaked displays of just why I really SHOULDN'T go off my anti-depressant (and synthroid, etc...). Then there's my husband to the rescue. "Are you staying caught up on your drugs?" My tearful 'No', and then him reminding me that I really need to. Then for a week or so after that, he asks everyday if I've taken my meds, till I start to resent him asking and he backs off.

I don't know why this man loves me... But he must.

So I'm back on track since yesterday, both with my prescription meds and the quaifenesin protocol. And hoping that my husband doesn't hold it against me that I chose his birthday (Friday) to have my meltdown.