Lunchtime’s Baclofen is still lying on the counter, where I left it, ready to take.
Realised I’d better get a move on, or I’d miss the afternoon play (which turned out to be a false alarm, as it was one of the ever-increasing number of repeats anyway). But gulped down my cuppa soup, in a hurry. No tablets!
I took the next lot at about five, still not having realised.
But that means I’ve been slightly Baclofen-deprived, most of the day. No wonder I’ve not had a very pleasant afternoon!