Monsoon?

It's absolutely pissing down. I'm sitting downstairs in that happy part of life that you occupy with the help of hospital-strength painkillers, and it's so dark it's like blogging in a cave. If you looked outside you'd think it was January.
I haven't slept since sometime yesterday morning. As I'm off work for a bit I thought I'd enjoy the chance to see some daylight, so I stayed up all night watching various old science programmes online. Now I've gone past the time of day at which I normally sleep after the nightshift so I've livened up again and feel a bit confused. I may have also over-done the Cocostamolbupren or whatever the hell my pills are because I'm supposed to take them four times a day (with meals, then just before bed) but obviously my eating and sleeping has gone a bit skewish so I can't remember when I've taken them or when I haven't. I didn't want to be under-dosed, so for the past 18hours or so I've taken two whenever I've eaten something, even if its just an apple or a flapjack. I've emptied the bottle to try and count how many are left, so I can work out how many I've taken, but I kept losing count at twelve, and then I couldn't remember how many were in the bottle to start with. I'm sure it probably says on the label somewhere but my eyes don't seem to want to focus on the writing, so I've given up.

Happy days

RC 30-7-09