Well, bugger.

[waid]

On Wednesday I went to the chemists' to pick up my prescription of Angst-B-Gon, having run out entirely (and yes really I should pick it up several days in advance but who does that? PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT ME) and the stupid thing was shut. In the middle of the afternoon, for no reason. Then on Thursday, I forgot all about it, and suddenly remembered at 6.30, when the chemist's had just shut for the evening.

Friday, ditto. I am an idiot. I kept remembering, but I was trying to finish something and then SIX-THIRTY HOSHIT MY BRAIN GLUE.

Arse.

And now the pharmacy is shut for the weekend. How can a pharmacy shut for the weekend?! I phoned the doctors' to see if maybe my prescription could be sent to Boots or something and the sodding SURGERY is shut for the weekend.

It bears repeating: arse.
 
I've been fine so far, but five days is a very fair stretch of time for things to go peculiar in.  Hmm. *pokes brain*  What are you up to, in  there? Is the glue set, at last? Because it really better had be.

Well, these are not ideal conditions for this kind of experiment, but right. Away we go, I guess.

I feel I actually have a decent shot this time. Last year a shorter break than  this would have  guaranteed I could look forward to several extended sessions of gibbering and uselessness and four-hour recovery periods from things like making phonecalls, and that's without family members amusing themselves by developing life-threatening conditions.  But I dunno, this time I feel like so long as I handle my brain with care  it really ought to be equal to holding up for a weekend.

(Crap, what do I do if it does? Announce myself cured and come off entirely? Try going down to 10mg again? Or just thank fuck for my good fortune and lay siege to the pharmacy until it opens?  My aunt and brother have both told me you KNOW when you're ready to come off anti-depressants and until then you DON'T DO IT and though I feel oddly optimistic I don't think this is the sort of magical certainty they were talking about.)

EDIT: It's all right, crisis over! My Mum told me to try and get Boots to give me an emergency supply; I was CONVINCED this would not work, but it did. Mother knows best. Thank goodness I had filled my prescription  there a couple of times about a year ago, so they did have my details -- it is now worth having been treated so infuriatingly back then by that pharmacist who tried to hold my medication hostage until I explained exactly why I was on anti-depressants at all and why the dosage had gone up in the middle of Boots.   Also thank goodness I am not a very tidy person, so it was easy for me to supply an old box to show I was actually on this stuff.

Comments

[enname.livejournal.com]

The in house psych says, 'thank fuck for your good fortune and lay siege to the pharmacy until it opens' option sounds good. Certainly don't try longer than a weekend when family members are playing that particular game of life-in-the-balance roulette, because if nothing else the glue of brain is there for emergency back up in case the slowly recovery natural glue has dried with a small crack. Nothing like bouncing balls of family members repeatedly hitting the crack to make it fracture (Not to mention to shatter this metaphor). Almost certainly don't try it without some sort of medical consultation, er, this particular instance notwithstanding. Just cause you feel good doesn't mean that it equates to totally healed, only better which is a process.

[w-a-i-d.livejournal.com]

It's all right - false alarm! My Mum told me I could get Boots to give me an emergency supply; I was 98% certain she was wrong; of course she was right. Thankfully they had my details on the system from when I filled a prescription there about a year ago.

I think your extension of the metaphor is excellent! And your advice is very sound

[enname.livejournal.com]

Yet see, if you were 98% certain she was right, they would have mocked you from behind the dispensary by playing games with your medication that they would not hand over. *sage nod* By not believing her then they had to dish up and give it to you. It is the way of pharmacists. I always turn up with one page missing from the prescription and they won't hand anything over, even though it is just the carbon paper.

:P I may derive a certain amount of 'I told you so' amusement from people pushing their 'feeling good' too far when it is a cold or such, but mental health is a great deal more serious.

[aunty_marion]

BTDT. Look on it as an unscheduled trial run for when you *do* feel ready to come off the brain glue, and SET THE ALARM FOR 9.30AM MONDAY!!!

[w-a-i-d.livejournal.com]

It's okay! Got Boots to give me an emergency supply (well, sell me one for full prescription fee. *Sulks, to the incredulous disgust of any watching Americans*) I was convinced that wouldn't work, but it did.

Personally..

[sabrinaphynn.livejournal.com]

When I take an unscheduled break, I feel like #%>}^^*! after two days. So set the alarm.

Re: Personally..

[w-a-i-d.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've had that, and am rather amazed and relieved it hasn't kicked in already. Fortunately I've managed to get hold of an emergency supply, so crisis over.

Re: Personally..

[sabrinaphynn.livejournal.com]

Well good to hear. I have a stash myself so that it doesn't happen again.
Jenn

[ancientreader]

Phew.

Um, if you have a smartphone you can set a reminder on the calendar. Maybe with stupidphones, too, I've never tried with mine.

But I am so glad you wound up feeling okay regardless, & that Boots came through. I don't think that would happen in the US; we're much too paranoid about meds here.

[pandorasblog]

Glad you managed to get an emergency supply! It's great that you were up for being philosophical and looking on it as a test run, but even better that you get to save that test run for when you want to attempt it on your terms.

Despite having been handling my own prescriptions for the past year, I still sometimes lose track and run out - often because it hasn't penetrated my brain that pharmcies/surgeries close for bank holidays...