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We thought that we were immortal.

No. Immortal is the wrong word. Any time spent at a Catholic institution that's worth its salt (even its liberal salt) will drive those thoughts clean out of anybody's head. We knew our bodies were not immune to death, that eventually we would succumb to time, but at least our souls would live on. So no, I guess we never thought we were immortal.

Perhaps we thought that we were invincible.

Yes, that's a better word. Our youth was celebrated in beer and cigarettes; mozzarella sticks that should have come with free an angioplasty; drugs that expanded our minds and shut out others and excess. But why shouldn't we? Society has told us we can stay young forever, that the distant future of adulthood was only that - distant. Our health was the least of our concerns unless it was heartburn, indigestion, bronchitis, or mono. All of which prompted the nurse practitioner to ask us ladies "do you think you could be pregnant?" because pregnancy is the cause of all known ailments when you're in college.

So we thought we were invincible. At least we did, until Abby's panic attacks turned into the possibility she might need a pacemaker. Gerry's indigestion turned out to be a heart attack. Scott's flu was viral meningitis, MR has cystic boobies, Maggie's hip is falling apart, and my platelet levels continue to confuse my dear sweet hematologist (who moved my appointment from April to March and prescribed some folic acid. Another pill to take in the mornings).

These are not ailments to befall on healthy adults in their 20s. Hell, they shouldn't even befall moderately unhealthy adults in their 20s. But Abby and Maggie are having surgery and Gerry has shunts in his heart. I'm not allowed to get into any serious accidents because internal bleeding at this point would most likely lead to death (not that I would be allowed to get into them before).

We're in our 20s and we're dealing with stuff that is farther than our years. Our health insurance, which we scoffed at before, is now what's saving our wallets. We don't need anything else on our shoulders - we already have a job market that's despicable, a war or whatever we want to call it, shaky politics, bills, student loans, payments, everything else.

Now our immortality comes back to us. Our invincibility is gone. We're left with insurance bills and medication. Welcome to growing up.
Folic acid is okay. they're tiny little pills :P

I take a handfull of pills every morning, and then another handfull in the evening. and I think I need to get a stronger pain reliever/anit-inflammatory, because I'm getting arthritic.

But hey, these are the best years of our lives!
You were pretty close to summing up what's been going through my head for the past several days, although I'm glad and consider myself lucky to not have health problems of such magnitude in my life just yet.
Hey Meg. Great post.

Feeling great. Out of the hospital. :-)
If helps at all, I am still fairly healthy. However, I probably just jinxed myself by saying that. I better make a doctors appointment right away.
Heh, a few things...

Platelets look icky - kind of like thick orangey urine. Just thought you'd like to know! I had to get a bag of them when I lost all that blood last May. Which brings me to part 2: If you do end up in a situation where you are losing blood... DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT go into the bathroom. Statistics say you will pass out. I know, I'm one of those statistics.

Have you considered getting a med bracelet? At least for temporary use, so they would know Meg + blood loss = badness.

However, whenever I want to bitch about the few meds/vitamins I take a day... I think about how many Jeremy has to take. His current "feeling well" number is a minimum of 38 per day.
Perhaps it's not that we are getting older younger but the doctors are getting better at finding ailments. It maybe that 20 years ago a lot of these would have stayed at the first diagnosis.