#medications

so far no hurling, good times

fingers crossed for this new, better antispasmodic to be tolerated by our notoriously bloody fussy chassis

In the meantime, I have MORE meds and instructions to take a probiotic and eat more yogurt.

Attempting to fall asleep without my evening medication resulted in the most fitful night (or day, I guess) I've had in a while. I know I slept, but there are also parts of it where I'm not sure if I was awake or dreaming.

For example, there is a period of time in which I had so much pain in my back that I thought about getting up and taking some tramadol, but I was scared getting out of bed would wake me up so much I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. So I didn't. I must have dozed off after finding a position that didn't hurt as much. I think.

Because perhaps that was all a dream. I normally don't have this much pain when I'm lying down. Unless my evening medication usually knocks me out enough not to notice it, I guess. I don't know. Either way, the pain was gone by the time I actually woke up.

So I'm at the pharmacy and my worst fear comes true - they don't have my medication there. If they order it, it won't be there until the morning. I can't do another night like this. There's another pharmacy I know of in my parents' town, but they're closing soon, they tell me - I'll have to go to the on-call pharmacy.

I find that confusing because most pharmacies in my old city are open past 6pm. So when I'm outside I switch on my mobile data and do a search. There's a pharmacy about fifteen minutes walking, luck would have it, on the other side of town, that is open until 6.30pm. I call them and ask if they have my medication. They do. "Okay," I reply. "I'm on my way."

When I get there, the pharmacist checks my prescription on my ID. Then their storage. "We have it," they say. "Oh, thank god," I exclaim. They laugh, "I said so on the phone." And I know, but you never know until it's in your hands. Someone could have come and picked up the last box five minutes earlier.

And that's when I remember I was supposed to pick up more of my evening antidepressant this week. On Monday, when I refilled them all, I only had six. So Sunday didn't get its last pill. And therefore doesn't make a sound when I'm playing with the organiser.

The fact that it is an antidepressant is not such a big problem. You shouldn't quit those cold turkey, but I've missed one day before and that's not too big of a deal. But these ones also make me sleepy. And in the eight years that I've been taking them, I've never found sleep without them except when I've been really exhausted.