Even though I basically grew up from one hospital to another, I never took medication afterward, so it’s quite puzzling for me to have to adjust to a regimental schedule of pill ingestion, blood pressure metrics, along with several daily stops to take my heart and pulmonary valves measurements. It wouldn’t be an issue if I was feeling better, but I don’t… Memory loss, weight gain, vertigo, nausea, non-stop urinal nighttime wake-up calls, and all and all… It takes quite a toll on my mood as well. If I have always been quite an emotional and temperamental individual, some moments must have been worrying for the people around me. I’m beginning to know when it occurs; “Oh, I’ve been too intense, right?” “I sounded rude, didn’t I?” “I’ve been overly impatient on that one, haven’t I?” It’s like fighting against my brain while keeping my body and emotions in check all the time. It’s tiring beyond words sometimes, on every count, so there’s a whole lot of love and patience involved from my friends when I don’t particularly feel good… Oh well, at least I can laugh it off — but don’t push me or I’ll snap! It’s not that bad… at least I don’t think so!