Medication hunt

Another damp grey day. I got up and drank lots of water and had salt with my porridge but it didn't make any difference. I felt worse after taking routine medication. The blood thinner works like a laxative which  together with the aggressive diuretic effect of the blood pressure pills causes my heart to race and makes me feel very poorly and stressed. Heaven knows what impact of the other meds I'm taking contribute to the way state I'm in. I feel like I'm being poisoned by them.

I made an effort to attend the Eucharist at St Catherine's, thinking that if my condition is uncontrollable it could be my last Communion. What else could I do but surrender my life, heart, soul and body, to the One from whom I received it. There were only four of us today. On my way out, I couldn't find my house keys. I searched everywhere when I got back. Eventually they turned up in a rain jacket pocket that it examined earlier without identifying them, tucked in a corner.

I went straight to the surgery the service to find out if I could see a doctor for a second opinion about the medication. I was told to expect a telephone call. It arrived shortly after I got home, tired and stressed. I spoke about the impact of the pills and emphasised how this treatment was making me feel worse day by day. I said that I wanted to avoid going to A&E as previous experiences were so stressful and exhausting and did nothing to reduce my blood pressure. I was given a face to face appointment after lunch. 

It took a long time for my heart to settle down and my head to clear, and felt better for eating a meal. After a rest I went to the surgery and had my blood pressure taken. No cause for concern. I was prescribed some oral rehydration tablets, and a new medication to replace the aggressive one. The pharmacy opposite was closed. I went to the one on Cowbridge Road and they didn't have the tablets in stock. Then I went to the Canna Pharmacy and it didn't have the tablets in stock. I took a bus into town, and the pharmacy in Central Square didn't have any, but I was told that the Queen Street Pharmacy had a stock, so I went there. None of the pharmacies visited would provide me with the oral rehydration tablets prescribed. I ended up paying ten quid for a pack. I walked more than my daily step quota, that's for sure.

I spent the evening watching episodes of 'Borderline'until it was time for early bed.