Due to its being a bank holiday, I ended up getting my meds several hours later than I usually would have. I lucked out though, in not getting sick, after the stupid fucks at the doctors surgery I went to forced me to have the rx post-dated for today, not allowing me to pick them up in advance on friday to ensure I wouldn't end up ill because of it. Assholes wouldn't alter it, which IMO just isn't right of them. Pricks.
But I lucked out, as, even though my usual supplier couldn't get me any methadone this week, I'd fallen and smashed the back of my skull and my spine on a stone floor, hard, just blacked out due to low blood pressure and fallen backwards onto my head and neck, went to the ER due to the location of the impact and the fact I was unable to turn my head, to ensure nothing was broken. Was only hoping for an X-ray or CT scan (they did a CT), but they both dosed me with an opioid painkiller while I was sat in the hospital, and then sent me off with a script for a 56-count box of dihydrocodeine 30mg tablets, no paracetamol contamination too, only for the late opening pharmacy to refuse to fill it because the doctor prescribing in the hospital had mispelled 'dihydrocodeine' as 'dihydrAcodeine' and then corrected his mistake, signing it etc, and even when the pharmacist had called the hospital, spoken to the doctor and confirmed everything he still had the nerve to accuse me of fraud (the pharmacist did, that is), the cheeky little fuckwit. So I went back and got another copy.
There obviously wasn't anything so wrong with the first script, which I got left with, they didn't ask for it back, because I took it elsewhere, after getting the new rx, a couple of days later, and got a second box of 56x30mg DHC, the pharmacist at the other place didn't have an obsessive-compulsive anal streak and filled it without question. So I essentially got two boxes for one intended issuing of the script. Worked for me, since it prevented me from going into withdrawal due to the bank holiday opening delay. I would have preferred it had I been able to get some methadone as I usually do to tide me over the weekend what with the doc surgery giving me a pain med script that is a couple of days insufficient to serve me a full seven day plus another 8 hours during the night, but, as it happened, I was kept from being ill with a withdrawal forced on me because of the doctors stubbornness and the stick she keeps sideways up her arse, using some of the dihydrocodeine to stave off withdrawal, whilst I just went to sleep, knocked out with tizanidine, a muscle relaxant that works by blocking noradrenaline release; slept in until it was time to pick the meds up.
Also, got two free 'frijj' thick milkshakes, one cookie dough and one fudge brownie flavoured one, plus three free pepperoni pizzas. Not going to complain.
Also, whilst I was expecting the doctor surgery to have fucked things up given their track record of fuckups and fuckovers, they actually DID fax the prescription through to be picked up this morning. I was actually surprised when the pharmacy filled it and handed the meds over in a bag. Shocked, even. But no, they actually did what they were supposed to without buggering everything up, not counting their refusal to not post-date the script for pickup last friday. Wouldn't have been pleasant at all, had I not had the extra 'double' prescription for the dihydrocodeine after keeping the original form from when I cracked my head on the floor though, what with my methadone contact not having any spare for sale.
ponds from now on.
