What a Shaggy life called: ‘Call My Meds’?


The phone is limited to calling the pharmacy or blabla for meds
The phone is limited to calling the pharmacy or blabla for meds

Oh what a life of meds, meds, meds?

And sometimes, twice a day!!!
And sometimes, twice a day!!!

I have a sad tale to tell. I knew a boy who lived a calm life. Intelligent he was though and calling meds wasn’t even on his  timetable. But several years later, it seemed his life had been reduced to ‘call my meds’. He jotted more about it than he spoke about it. Well, he had to remember right? He feared what will happen if he skipped a single call or was even late to call by 5 minutes. His bedside alarm was always on because in the interval of those phone calls, he will be deep asleep. Those meds called, never left him time to write any other thing down. My unanswered calls usually got such a follow up mail:

“mama ayo (that was how he called me always) its me your brother. i am sorry I was asleep (he slept way too much for our liking). I heard your voice mail checking on me that you plan to visit … next week. thank you very much. God will bless you abundantly.” Gabriel Bebonbechem 21/04/2014 20:34

A Long way gone

I remember when that lad was still just epileptic. He started out with the one magic drug called Tegretol. Even then, I watched his mum try all she could to find alternative treatmemnts while his doses were reduced. He also got put on other meds to counter the side effects of the other meds. They however started to wean him off some of them, because the blood tests and all showed improvements. He was surrounded by Love. He could very well live his best without it reduced to calling meds.

He had no list of instructions nor what to wear when calling his meds. That was long ago before he got to living the AMERICAN DREAM.

America here I come

Oh, what a good but now drastic news. The lad got to win the lottery – sure to go live the American Dream. He dreams forever now, fortunately not in that America anymore. And so it came to be, that this guy went downhill, and had to take other meds. In America, I hear the SYSTEM is king, especially if you are a pauper.

The system surely pumped him up and the story got nasty. He broke the scale because he now weighed over the max. An incident occured and two versions popped up. But sure, you can never make any sense right? Especially when you are now a simpelton. The system said he was guilty of having stopped taking his meds, he said no; it was those meds that got the heart attacked.

The hospital stay was brief, he was a ‘good’ patient and learnt his lessons fast.

Henceforth, you call and we bring

He was put on assisted living to the extent that the meds would be brought to him. But, he had to call and he dared not forget the twice daily conversations with his earthly god? Were you lucky to talk with him thereafter, his appointments with the phone, could easily pop up. I knew the hours for those calls, he told me he dared not miss one of them. His brain became so wired and even chose a blue sweater to wear when calling or receiving the meds. He knew better than to ramble when he made the magic dial and so he wrote it down to hang up as soon as he called.

I got to see his journal when I went home for his burial. He barely knew how to write anymore. He however scribbled some of those points and am sure he could feel so bad his life had been reduced to that. Here are a few snapshots I took, make of it what you will.

Wear a blue... to receive ...
Wear a blue… to receive … and hang up immediately after response…
The Scribbling Climax, dunno if meds were cause or consequence
The Scribbling Climax, dunno if meds were cause or consequence

Meds, Meds, Meds

This was an update he sent to us his family on May 22,2014 (I copy paste as was – and this was surely one huge effort)

“Hi,

I petit papa(gabriel bebonbechem mbiaoh) will meet doctor matthew geden
on may29 for my meds,then meet doctor habibi on june 2nd for my meds,and
the good news is my rent is paid till december this year.
Mama will come to me june3rd,my birthday is june6,
and Mama wil return June 15.Mama also plans to visit Pauline.
God Bless.
Yours ever,
Petit Papa

Gabriel Bebonbechem Mbiaoh

Gabriel Bebonbechem is now a united states citizen with a u.s. passport book.
124 green street-apartment507
Lynn,Masachusetts 01902
united astates of america
(001)7812448250/(001)9785487242″
  1. Amlodipine Besylate 10 MG T
  2. Vitamin B-6 50 MG T
  3. Docusat 100 MG CAP
  4. Depakote
  5. Trileptal
  6. Zyprexa
  7. Oxcarbazepine 600 MG T
  8. Olarzapine 20 MG T
  9. Divalproex Sod ER 500 MG T (all as copied from his journal, now I can’t tell if all were taken together. Yet the last time I saw him, he had that medecine box partitioned into days and then morning/evening – at least 6 tablets each go)
The end?
We sure all know by now right? It’s been over a damn month now since he left that phone. No more meds to call.
Thank you
Thank you
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14 thoughts on “What a Shaggy life called: ‘Call My Meds’?”

  1. Dear N,

    Thx a lot. It is our loss indeed. Yet l hope one patient or family, will learn something from all l share. Maybe a nurse, doctor or case manager etc will also have a more mpathic soul? Cheers 🙂

    1. Thanks Pam,

      And you know how they cajole you to start taking just one, then they tell u it’ll fix u, then they say they try another, and u see on tv it’s a miracle one – soon u r dependent and it’s now a cocktail of meds. U have no say or else r on ur shaggy own. Many a family are helpless and hopeless by then, ur brain on fire maybe, all u now robotly follow is meds or death. Mania or psycho or whatever. The lords of the ring run the show and whatever sham of therapy they provide they can cut off. It’s a vicious cycle, l just hope people are more alert. Families and all. As for all hail farmaco, they have dollars to guarantee, margins and employees or simply their golf clubs to upkeep.

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