Good morning all. My husband, being a helpful sort of chap has taken it upon himself to give me my meds morning and night when he takes his own, it works well enough and he usually tells me when I seven days left so that I can order my repeat prescription. He keeps them on a shelf with his, which I’d have a struggle to reach. It usually works. I have 50mg Amitriptylene at night and one solifenacin (for my over active bladder) in the morning. This morning he gave me the tablet and water, then announces, “oh bugger, it’s the last one!” It not being life threatening there’s sod all I can do about this on a Saturday other than ring the repeat prescription line, leave the details along with a grovelling apology and a plea to let me have the prescription in less than the two or three working days it usually takes. Fingers crossed! If only I could cross my legs too!
Yes, I know it’s my own fault. I’m 58 years old and big enough and ugly enough to sort my own meds, so now I will, or maybe so as not to offend the much better half I’ll put a note in my diary when I need to reorder. In the meantime I’m looking at the prospect of Sunday, Monday and possibly Tuesday, Wednesday without the solifenacin, but with plenty of visits to the loo - extra exercise I suppose, who needs a gym?!