Thoughts on Taking Pills
As you might guess, I talk to lots of people about taking vitamins, minerals, what have you. And it stuns me when the response, frequently, comes down to an aversion to taking pills. As if taking or not taking pills affected nothing except your pocketbook, and had no consequences-whether good or bad.
So today I want to talk about what vitamins, minerals, etc. did for me-which is why I jump up and down about them all the time.
A drunk driver hit my parent's car a month before my first birthday. I flew into the door head first, mashing my pituitary gland. Nobody noticed. Through the years, doctor after doctor told my mother again and again and again and again (you get the idea) that I was fine. Which I wasn't.
Puberty was an early-arriving train wreck. As part of the merriment, my knees swelled to the size of grapefruit if I tried to play baseball in the field behind the house. I learned a whole new definition of pain from my I-won't-dance-don't-ask-me knees.
Then the noise began. At a party, a guy decided to get to know me better-until he heard my knees' out-of-tune racket as I went downstairs-then he split. It's hard to go down stairs without bending your knees, though.
Then my brain started cutting out. I'd be mid-sentence in teaching programming at IBM and suddenly forget why I was even in the room.
Most of my hair fell out, and what was left changed colors.
I slept and slept, even answering the phone in my sleep-without realizing it or waking up.
I was told I'd never have kids because I didn't ovulate, for reasons unknown-at least to doctors, who still insisted I was fine.
Then doctors messed around with hormones for a few years, and I got pregnant! WooHoo! But when it was time to come forth with child, I learned I didn't produce the oxytocin that made birth happen.
I lost two babies to miscarriage and almost lost the two I actually got to raise.
Then the headaches. The fibrocystic. The fibroids.
Stress-whether good or bad-made me cry. And since I'm not the crying type, that stressed me even more. Do you know how much power you lose by crying? Sigh.
Muscle and joint pain moved in to stay.
To sum up, life wasn't even close to a walk in the park.
I began to wonder if once a train wreck meant always a train wreck.
I finally caught a clue that it was up to me, and started looking into vitamins, studying whatever I could find-which wasn't a lot in pre-internet days.
But I slowly learned what vitamin did what, what minerals helped vitamins work and vice versa. What to look for and what to avoid.
A steady-as-you-go turnaround commenced. And grew.
Now, years later, I have quiet knees that actually bend, no muscle or joint pain, a brain I can depend on, energy that takes me straight through each day and, at long last, eyes that don't leak in times of stress.
When I do visit a doctor, it's for tests so I can track how things are going.
So, yes, I take a large handful of pills four times a day. And, no, taking pills is never the highlight of my day.
But how can I complain when vitamins and minerals, quite simply, saved my life?
It took me thirty years to figure it out-and I'm still learning. So when I'm jumping up and down about vitamins, trying to help others get healthy, please don't tell me you don't like to take pills.
Make it up if you have to, but say something that doesn't sound so dumb.
God is good,
Copyright by Bette Dowdell. All rights reserved
P.S. Bette Dowdell is not a doctor, nor does she purport to be She's a patient who's been studying and successfully handling her own endocrine problems for more than 30 years. She offers introductory teleseminars and an in-depth 12-month subscription program, "Moving to Health" about living well with endocrine issues. She explains how things work-or don't, discusses what things to avoid as well as the things that help, and she provides a lot of well-researched nutritional information. Subscribe to her free e-zine at Information is power.