The Zombie Awakes

You can relax a bit now - I've had some sleep, and I've sorted out a routine for my painkillers. Yesterday was weird. Having never really dabbled in the world of pharmaceuticals I'm always affected very strongly by drugs, even over-the-counter ones. So being prescribed serious doses by the hospital was a bit of a shock to the system. I think I've worked it out now, and it looks like I took three days worth of pills in just over 14 hours. Oops. No wonder my hand stopped hurting...
I've read the leaflet that came with the bottle, and I've also read some info on the internet, and I've called the NHS 24-hour hotline, and the Drug And Alcohol Support Line just to be sure, and I should be ok. Assuming I don't slip into a drug induced coma and bleed to death internally, I'm going to take two pills every six hours now, and I've set myself alarms to make sure I'm on time.
I eventually fell asleep about 2.30 I think. I remember floating up the stairs to go for a pee, then I had a strange, colourful and vivid dream in which I was filming a pornographic version of War Of The Worlds, and then I woke up in bed, with a spinning head and a chronic thirst. Now I just feel exhausted and hungry, so I'm off to try and cook a chilli one-handed.

I think the film was called 'The Whore Of The Worlds' if you're interested.

RC 31-7-09