I lost two blisters of my muscle relaxer. It’s the only one that’s ever worked for me and it helps me sleep. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m sure if I make a 360° turn right now and point to a random spot in my apartment, I will inevitably point at one of the many explanations: It’s utter chaos in here.
I can’t sleep, also because I can’t find these meds, and went frantically looking for them, in the straightforward (medicine boxes, bathroom) and more questionable spots (under the bed, behind the heating). Nada.
I take those muscle relaxers at the lowest adult dosage, they don’t even do a lot, but I’m so stressed about deviations from my sleep routine (or whatever you want to call that mess of a downtime attempt) that it sends me spiraling. Not just that, they’re also a medication that I tolerate and that seems to have a positive impact on me; a sweet spot I haven’t encountered too often lately.
The worst part is, I got 100 pills prescribed on May 23 (yes, I checked). My next appointment with the prescribing doc is on August 28, which would make those 100 pills technically last at one per day. But since I’m over a month out, that’s a problem. I mentally drafted an “I know this sounds bad but I lost my meds”-email to said doctor already; I may still have to write and send it. I’m fortunate that I haven’t run a lot into “you’re just drug seeking” comments, but even silently raised eyebrows can say a lot of things.
I’ll check one more spot before I try to sleep again, wish me luck.