LOL Ren, I had something similar happen, not quite the same, but welcome and just at the right time, on friday.
I was completely unable to sleep, and as it happened I ended up looking for something, can't remember if it was my E-cig or a bottle of lime cordial, diluted to be ready to drink when I get thirsty in the night.
Went looking under the sofa with a compact little LED torch, tiny but bright as hell. What did I find? that I was sat on what I was looking for but that under there, just sitting there waiting, was a 'heminevrin' capsule (chlormethiazole), the stuff I use for seizure control and response, but also a potent sedative-hypnotic. Must have dropped it at some other time and not realized. Managed to fish it out, dust it off and pop that.
Was out like a light in no time.
As for today, taken some of them, thanks for reminding me about others.
But not the easiest or best fucking task getting them; because some empty-headed stuck-up cretinous twat of a receptionist at the clinic was being a real snooty little bitch. I needed to get the scripts sent to a pharmacy via the clinic faxing them. Which they did several times just the other week and more just very recently. This stupid little whore kept refusing because the scripts include CDs (controlled drugs, morphine, oxycodone, and had the GALL to tell me 'you had to get a cab last week because of this, you know we can't do that. You've been on these meds a long time and you know this...blah blah etc. etc.. Fucking presuming to tell me what I know, what I have heard, what I have said, and acting as if she knew better and was better than me.
No, I got a cab, because I had to use crutches and couldn't fucking walk, you stupid inbred fuckmuppet, and horseshit I 'know they can't do that', hell my old man told me that he himself had gone to pick up meds for me from the pharmacy they had faxed over!!
I remember getting it bloody done, the dumb motherfuckers, so don't presume to put words in my mouth. And christ, for a clinic to fax the scripts direct to a pharmacy, there is even LESS chance and room for any form of fraud than if some representative of mine were to be sent to the clinic to pick them up in person, which is what I ended up having to do, which means I now owe the money for a fucking cab, because of their shitspeak and dissembling.
The pharmacy could have sent someone of theirs to get them also, but whilst they were alright about things there, all the same the earliest would have been 5pm tonight. I cannot afford to wait that long until I'm able to take my meds, especially ones like painkillers and the seizure meds, or either clonidine or the med I take to relax the muscle spasm in the calf of my long-term bad leg because of the nerve damage they left behind after I had surgery on it.
Either of those last two could result, severe anxiety, shakyness, tachycardia aside, in a massive spike in blood pressure, as they suppress the release of noradrenaline, and could cause a really nasty rebound, and a potentially dangerous one at that.
But got everything now. Still fucking pissed with that little shit at the clinic.
