I'll admit it. I am one of those High Maintenance Women. Not so much in my demands for attention, or "the finer things of life" like jewelry, furs and expensive cars. No, my tastes are much more simple than that.
I'm referring to high maintenance as affording the many prescriptions I have to have every day. These are not frivolous "recreational drugs" or sexual enhancement products. These are life-sustaining and pain-reducing prescriptions used to keep lupus in remission and keep me out of all kinds of pain. '
I've been on many more medications in the past than the few I have right now. At that, it's an expensive pharmacy bill every month, just for Plaquenil, Furosimide, Rampiril and thyroid medication. Cymbalta for depression and fibromyalgia and flexeril to sleep. Plus over-the-counter Vitamin D and B-12. Not to mention my diabetes prescriptions: Humalog and Lantus. And the paraphernalia with which to use those meds: Diabetes testing strips, monitor, lancets and syringes. Each test strip is approximately $1.00, so I have to be careful with them and make sure I pull up enough blood on my finger so it will register on the test strip instead of giving me an error message. And I test 3-4 times a day, and inject insulin many of those times, plus 50 units of lantus at night. Neither humalog nor lantus is cheap, by any means.
I can't skip my thyroid med; I don't have a thyroid any more, since it was dissolved many years ago after a bout with hyperthyroidism. I can't do without my Plaquenil, since it seems to be doing its job of keeping lupus in remission, or at least, not in a really bad flare. I certainly need Cymbalta, having tried several types of antidepressants, and lucky me, I respond only to the certain combination used in Cymbalta. I'm soooo special.
Along with my lupus meds, I need to use a tartar-control toothpaste, available only from my dentist, since I also deal with Sjogren's Syndrome. My mouth is constantly dry, as are my eyes. Oh, yeah, I forgot eye drops, 4 times a day. Not prescription, but I'm sure that's coming.
So that's what I mean about being a high-maintenance woman.
Any prospective husband should know this from the get-go. (As if they were standing in line to meet me, lol.)
But, I'm worth it.
And I'm modest, too.