For years the mere thought of the comment "Take your medicine" had negative connotations. From Mom's not so pleasant reminders to meetings with bosses over the years following terrible sales or profit periods.
Now the whole idea is not so negative as I am finally back into my HRT groove. Again I'm busy lining up all the little guys, aided by different shapes, sizes and colors. A few, I wonder if I can even swallow and others are so small I can barely believe they do anything at all. Plus the really good news is I can afford any of it at all.
Ironically, my biggest struggles now are the containers themselves. I almost had to take a screwdriver and speed wrench (hammer) to a very tough little pill container which looked like one of the old birth control containers. All in all a very male response to a very female problem. But then I did calm down and actually read the instructions, figured it out and opened it correctly. Maybe the hormones or socialization is working?
It's true that life is a circle from birth to death. Perhaps the transgender circle isn't perfectly round? If it isn't, I can fix that. Get me my "speed wrench! No, bring me the small one. The original one became entirely too heavy!
"Taking my medicine" must be working!