So This Is What Being Old Feels Like

I've been on "maintenance meds" for a few weeks now, and I really think I'm about to go crazy. For my elevated sugar, the doctor prescribed Metformin. I'm supposed to take it with meals twice a day, once for breakfast and another for dinner. The fact that I'm supposed to remember to take the tablets twice daily is driving me insane. I do not have the discipline for this kind of thing. For one, every time I go out, I have to carry two with me. Then when the time comes, even when I'm not the least bit hungry, I need to find something to eat just so I could take the meds. The worst part are the stomach upsets and trips to the bathroom. It's causing diarrhea at ungodly hours! The horrors! My brother tells me to go back to the doctor to have this addressed, but after my experience with the failure of an endo, I am not about to waste another 800 pesos on the girl. I'm trying to suck it up and get through the 45-day sentence. I go back to the lab to have tests again by the end of the month, and a follow up checkup by December, first week. Hopefully, the proper endo will be there to see me. 

I'm praying I get cured of both my PCOS and the IFG soon. I will go absolutely bonkers if I'll need to develop the discipline for perpetual maintenance medicine.

On the other hand, Marc was required to re-do his physical exam. This lead to two ultrasounds, two urologists' PF, and an operation this week. I haven't received my notice to re-do anything from my last APE yet. I'm hating the fact that our retirement package is being spent on these medical bills that should've been covered by our old company, and coordinated with by the new one. It's so unfair that the incompetence of the ones who did the arrangements (read: HR people) are causing serious dents on our savings.