Pills are an inescapable fact of life with CF : handfuls of capsules, tablets, and geltabs of multi colors and shapes precede every meal or snack. One of Rees' claims to fame was his ability to swallow enzymes just before his second birthday ~ no more sprinkling the capsule contents onto applesauce. No more teary tantrums over eating that grainy applesauce before any other bite. Halleluia!
He interrupted my typing here a minute ago, smugly adding that his record is now swallowing fourteen at once. Showoff.
However, pills are more thorny now, in these teenage years, than in those troublesome toddler months. He hates them. He has attempted to cease Prevacid, but the 2400 mg of Motrin daily aggravate the stomach. Dropping both is unacceptable because the high dosage of Motrin keeps lung inflammation down. Culturelle helps with good gut bacteria, even with oral (another pill) and inhaled antibiotics. Extra fat soluable vitamins are necessary, because a person simply cannot get enough A, D, E, and K from food sources.
Every few days or so, I hear him banging and bashing around in the kitchen cabinets and I know that he's resenting the gathering and ingesting of fourteen pills before eating. I don't know how he did pills at ACYC ~ with an audience? Secretly? Occasionally I wonder how he'll care for himself when he leaves home. Then I shudder and pour myself a nice glass of red wine. . .
But care for himself he must. And pills will always be present. While my heart breaks at his angst, I am grateful for the technology that enables him to lead a good life. Pills and all.
*Slainte! (Which means, according to my Uncle Tom who lives in Ireland half the year, "Bright Health") ,