I slept well last night, whilst not expecting to. Whatever was in that syringe I found did a damn good job of rendering me unconscious.
First thing upon waking, I was taken to collect my prescriptions, and the instant I got back home, had myself a nice big, relaxing shot of morphine sulfate. Well, several shots actually, I'm just about to boot up my third one. Feeling all warm and glowy, relaxed as can be, my eyelids are drooping and I'm just on the verge of nodding out.
Due to the fact my old man had to be there whilst the carers for the bitch..err..my mother..came round I couldn't get a lift to the usual pharmacy I go to, and had to go to the one at the end of my road which is closer, as without already being ON my painkillers I cannot walk to the usual one without unbearable pain, if my leg will function at all, as I need to be on a pretty large dose of one of if not THE most powerfully effective muscle relaxants used in outpatient medicine (ignoring of course the paralytic type of muscle relaxant, those acting like curare)
And for shot no.3, I didn't need to resort to using my tourniquet(s), needle slipped into the chosen vein without argument, and registered instantly without any effort to find and properly enter a vein.
*Lestat sits back in his chair, lights a cigarette, with a smile on his face and makes a little appreciative sigh of delight; as he feels the prickling of histamine release slowly crawling up his right arm, the force of the rush making him catch his breath, and that lovely sensation of tasting the drug as the circulation makes it from arm to the blood supply of his tongue*
