I’ve just discovered I have exactly one-and-a-half doses of cocodamol left.
OK, that was bad planning.
I can probably get a GP’s appointment tomorrow, but it’s very unlikely I can get a morning appointment. So I may end up crawling into my afternoon appointment on my hands and knees. Which is just stupid and embarrassing. Must remember to write why I’m there down on a piece of paper while I’m still compos mentis.
That’ll look good, won’t it? Pea-green woman curled up in ball on floor handing up note saying ‘opiates please’?