More medication misery

 I woke up with the usual symptoms of dehydration after another night, disrupted half a dozen times by the need to empty my bladder, feeling poorly, heart racing. I dissolved two oral re-hydration tablets in water and drank them. The impact of the new medication was so drastic I queued for an appointment with the doctor and got one at twenty past ten. I didn't take the tablet prescribed and told the doctor I thought it was too risky, its effect was worse than the one I begged to replace it with on Wednesday. She prescribed a slow release version of the original instead to see if that will make a difference. 

The pharmacist across the road from the surgery didn't have any, nor did the Boots pharmacy in Canton. I was told Boots in town didn't have enough for a full prescription, so I went to the Canna pharmacy. Being exhausted by lack of sleep and stressed from with effect of rising blood pressure, I lost my way going from one pharmacy to the other and had to navigate with my phone a route I thought I was familiar with. When I arrived I was told they could only give me a week's supply, which I accepted, though it means having to make another trip to collect the meds in a few days time. I took a pill as soon as I got home and sat in the chair waiting for it to take effect and the symptoms to subside.

Clare returned from town with a bag full of fish from Ashton's, and we had a light lunch. Kath is coming for the weekend, so we'll have a cooked meal tonight. I checked my medication stock and realised I could soon run out of items originally prescribed by the hospital. On my visit to the pharmacy this morning I mistakenly handed in my prescription request there instead of at the surgery. Processing a request left at the pharmacy can take up to a week. After lunch I returned, retrieved the request form and took it over the road and posted it in the correct box, so I can get the prescription and have it made up on Monday instead. My head is really muddled at the moment, from sleep loss amongst other things. My fitbit is exhorting me to rest more! It's not done that before. 

Once I completed my daily step quota walking in the neighbourhood, I lay low for the rest of the day. We had salmon soup for supper, with apple tart to follow. Delicious!

Kath arrived at half past eight. she had trouble parking locally. It's often hard to find a place Friday evenings, but worse tonight, as extra people are arriving early before a cross country running competition in Llandaff Fields tomorrow. An annual nuisance for residents. We chatted over a glass of rioja afterwards. I abstained because of the meds and had to settle for just a sniff of its dense fruity aroma. At eleven we all headed for bed, with my hoping and praying for a less disturbed night and proper sleep.