Drugs

Merrily has just called and she'll pick up my drugs from the surgery for me.  I still haven't had my shower, but I will after M has been round.  Daisy is OK, and has been hunting - the boys are upstairs on the bed, lazy buggers.  I feel exhausted even though I've done nothing.  Erle has asked me to go to supper tomorrow and maybe play poker, which would be excellent.  I might even drive there if my concentration has improved.  Otherwise, they will collect me and bring me back.

I will need some more nitrazepam soon, but I've no doubt the surgery will question it.  It's so frustrating - it's not as if one abuses psychiatric drugs; they are too horrid to do that and no one would take them unless they had to.  Temazepam is a different matter - it's now a controlled drug because so many people abused it.  Having said all that, quetiapine is snorted in prisons in America, and is known as Susie-Q or a Q ball - it's abused because of its sedative properties.  It produces a buzz when taken with methadone, apparently.

M is arriving so more later.