The thirty five year old horror

True story I heard about.

A guy who turned thirty five found out he had, in his own words ‘rheumatoid arthritis osteoarthritis and fibromyalgia.’

Now, I don’t whether that actually happened on his birthday, or if it happened during the year he turned 35. I’m going to go with the latter option. However, imagine being diagnosed with such a horrible fate on your own Birthday. Like the stars on the sky aligned a certain way so that you’re doomed to suffer a life in horror and suffering. Whatever that really happened, I cannot say I envy the poor guy. Probably none of you who are reading this really do.

But, that wasn’t what I found to be the worst thing.

What I found to be even worse, was the medication regimen the poor guy had to go through.

He actually provided a photograph of all the remedies that he had to shuffle in his mouth every day.

6 pills for lunch, then 12 for bed. Every six months he had to take chemo medication as well. I don’t know what is meant by ‘chemo medication’ in this context, but if I had to guess, I’d say it means doing the same procedures as cancer patients. In other words, subjecting your body to heavy radiation and hope things get better.

Do you think that’s all? Do you think that concludes what he had to do? Oh no, Siree…just you wait.

Wait and see.

You see, if you’re taking a lot of different pills, something happens to your body. Sure, some of the pills may relieve you of your pains, and you may feel like you’re winning in one aspect of your life. But, there is no free lunch.

Sometimes, what improves your life in one way, may actually reduce it in another.

Like with this poor fella.

Because, all of the medication the poor guy had to take didn’t go unnoticed in his body.

That is, the medication probably worked, but there were certain side effects to it (like with a lot of prescription drugs). One of the side effects was stomach problems.

So, to battle the stomach problems, the fella had to take, you guessed it, yet another drug.

Actually, scratch that.

I meant drugS. With an s. As in plural.

That’s right. The guy had to take several drugs to cope with his gut issues.

More precisely, these drugs were Lanzoprazole, Tamazipam, morphine liquid and various other tablets.

I can only imagine how those extra drugs made his body and stomach feel. From a distance, it looks like the poor guy is drugging himself down.

And in his own words…

‘…it’s a proper mine field on what helps and what pushes you over the limit’

I have no doubt about that.

Just think about it for a second. This bloke has to take two piles of pills every single day. One of the piles is pills that are actually meant to cure his disease and help him deal with all the pain that he’s going through. The other pile consists of pills that keep the pains induced by the first pill of piles, in check.

It’s almost like a comic book. I’m seriously imagining Donald Duck or some other fictional character having to take pills for pills.

Where is this madness going?

I have no clue.

However, what I do have a clue about, is that there are so many people who swear to just *one* type of medication for their chronic pain injuries, that doesn’t come with any side effects (that’s known to this day), except the unpleasant taste.

That wonder medicine is called CBD oil, and it’s about time you took something too, if you struggle with chronic pain issues like the guy above.

Or, does the thought of caring about not one, but two different pill piles seem that inviting?

Instead of a tiny bottle?

You already know the answer to that.

Now, it’s time to take action.

For your health.

And for your life.