I can hardly put my words together at the moment. Everything is topsy turvy. Following an accidental overdose, which resulted in me having seizures and waking up in hospital, I then went on to make a catalogue of further errors.
OK. Let’s try to order this post. So, yes, a few days in hospital, during which my whole family found out I had been using drugs to medicate my CFS/depression/anxiety. Years of deception carefully stored, logged and maintained were now thrown up in the air to be caught by the surrounding onlookers. Put another way, family had a good root through my belongings, informed the doctors that I’d been taking a cocktail of uppers and downers (showing them the items purloined from my bedroom). In the wise words of one friend, I was BUSTED.
