I have a rapidly expanding boil on my neck. I visited a friend in hospital yesterday and hope I haven't picked up a nasty, or passed it on. I did the scrupulous handwasking on the way in and out, and she has no open wounds but insisted kindly I tucked my freezing hands under her dressing gown.
Then I wondered why I have been asleep all day. I have to collect my bipolar meds every 28 days from a hospital pharmacy. They are dispensed in a nomad box so foggy brain knows she has taken the right ones at the right time, and GPs aren't grown up enough to prescribe these ones. The pharmacy asked me to wait 3 hrs so they could be double-checked . £12 on a taxi to discover today the evening ones have been put in the morning section. I even dug out the last nomad box to ensure it wasn't foggy brains who thinks they got it wrong.
I'm consulting Dr Google's meds pictures to check if they have even got any of them correct I'm so distrustful.
Rant, swear, etc. You know what I mean.