My breakfasts, from Monday to Friday, are pretty close to exemplary. I wake up, chug an omeprazole with a slug of water, stagger downstairs, somehow manage to prepare scrambled eggs (2 from my neighbour's hens, no added milk or butter) and slurp a cuppa, then meander back upstairs for the naproxen and sulphasalazine and 2.5mg of pred.
It all goes wrong at the weekend, though. Yesterday was typical: nothing. (Forgot the meds too but ho-hum . . ). Today? Two After Eights (from last night's Indian), a raw carrot and a can of full-fat Coke. I did the alendronic acid at 7.10am, and am now enduring the six - twelve hours of nausea that follows. I have found that the coke helps with that, but I cannot explain the AEs and the carrot. I think I've done the other meds too, yup, I remember the sulph, but not omep and nap 'cos I've decided to stop them for various reasons, all dull.
Is there anything in your lives that runs like clockwork Mon-Fri but falls apart at the weekend? Or is it just me? (I suspect the latter.) Dreamdaisy (who's now wandering off for a bag of Hula Hoops.)
Have you got the despatches? No, I always walk like this. Eddie Braben