Every day, I swallow a tablet that keeps me well enough to live well. It’s not a life saving thing; my condition would not kill me. But it would leave me less able to live the (satisfactory, but frantically) busy life that I rejoice in. Recently, my dosage was altered…and it didn’t go well. So I am back to the original prescription, and life is beginning to pick up a bit.
It has been a very useful reminder that the (very little) tablet every day may be physically, and in terms of actual medication very small dose really does matter.
So, today I am grateful for medication that sustains life. And for little things, often overlooked that makes life good,