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.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?