After my horrendous night, I knew I could not face another. I sent an email to my doctors practice and then went there on my trolley. Having purpose took my mind off my body. A receptionist told me the prescription would be with the pharmacy later. I y then rang the pharmacy, and yes, they had it.
I tried to phone Martin, a friend who had offered to go for me, but there was no answer. So I set off to get there myself. It was spitting with rain and growing dark. The traffic was building up. I just kept going although a lot of the time I felt afraid.
The pharmacist handed me a small bag. I asked if my key medicine was in it. She said no, it would be done in the morning. I replied that I had only come because they had told me it could be dispensed then. She was very kind and filled the whole prescription.
Coming home was darker and scarier. Where I live is so quiet. Every strange sound made me jump. Every shadow made me aware of how vulnerable I was.
I got home and took my meds. After a while I began to feel the beneficial effect of the meds. I was so relieved.
I again pulled weight on my bed cover. It comforted me. I slept fairly well. Today, I have felt fatigue. My vagus nerve is traumatised. It has been for some time, years.
I am so grateful that Martin phoned just as I had taken my meds. He had come to my house and found me not there.
I am grateful to the woman who was also in the pharmacy. I am grateful to all my friends.
Mostly, I am grateful to God. Without him I would despair. But I wish my spirit would weaken.
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 