I’ve been getting rather sick of strapping up my sore knee (well, it has been almost every day for 10 months now), so I decided to visit the doctor. She must’ve been convinced it was sore, since she gave me a prescription for paracetamol and Voltaren gel, and told me to go to the physiotherapist because my kneecap was moving around too much and popping out of joint with every step. Only I didn’t have time for the physiotherapist, and truthfully was in a bit of a hurry at the pharmacy too, so it was only when I got to work and opened up the brown paper bag of pills that I realised she’d prescribed me 200 paracetamol tablets! I have a terrible tendency to just carry on without pain relief, and I’m lucky if I can remember to take pills, so I think this supply will last me until sometime in my early 80s.
However, it was a 14-hour day at work today, and my knee is rather painful, so maybe I’ll take one before I try to sleep… Or two.
Fuck it. I’ll just take codeine. Who has time for half-measures?
… Day off tomorrow. I swear I’m not going to go into work tomorrow too. Because I’ve been at work every day for 10 days straight now…
Possibly also why my knee hurts.