Since currently I'm barely able to walk more than just about far enough to get to the downstairs bog if I need to give birth to a theresa may; my old man said rather than ME getting in the cab, he would, and go pick everything up for me. He went, and although I had told him already he had completely forgotten I told him to not go to the doctor's surgery, and instead, this week, go direct to the pharmacy. He had a go at me at first for not telling him, until I did the same thing and told him it isn't MY fucking fault if I tell him something and he forgets what I said to him just a day or two before. Went to the docs, and came home instead of going on to the pharmacy, where I'd already picked up the meds for this week, costing an unneeded five quid or so for the cab fare (he can't drive just yet, although likely soon as he snapped his achilles tendon a little while back, although it's healing now) meaning he came home and immediately had to call another cab to go to the pharmacy where they had already gotten everything ready in advance, as when I picked up the oxy last friday, at least the lot I knew about, I picked up today's rx, post-dated for today, and dropped it off at the same time to save me a journey I'm not even sure I could have made, and certainly not without godawful pain. I only managed friday to get out of the cab, into the surgery, pick the scripts up and drop them off at the pharmacy because at the time I still had just under 200mg intramuscular morphine. If I hadn't have had that in reserve I doubt I'd have been able to manage it. Even then it still hurt like all fuck, and to say the least, I was VERY glad of that oxy after I got home in the cab, limped back inside on the crutches, swore a lot and collapsed exhausted on the sofa.
Didn't help either, being on crutches after temporarily putting my shoulder out, and all the strain on my bad knee didn't either, so I just knocked myself out cold with oxycodone, chlormethiazole and strong benzos plus a few muscle relaxers after taking some of the pain meds straight away, just to keep me going long enough to catch star trek-enterprise on TV, before sticking a black t-shirt over my head and a blindfold over the top, snorting a fair bit of oxy, taking the downers and muscle relaxers and not waking up for as long as bloody possible, before going right back to sleep with more benzos when I did wake