Last week I went to see a range of doctors because I wasn’t feeling well and we all know that that is the only surefire way to guarantee one spends exorbitant amounts of money to be told what ISN’T wrong with your body. Finally a doctor actually gave me a diagnosis and I need an operation to release a pinched nerve in my right side. I was prescribed medication to help with the pain but it made me drowsy (I am using the term “drowsy” here in the sense of “unintentional power naps during peak hour traffic”). Two days (and countless power naps) later I was prescribed a non-drowsy painkiller which I’d never heard of before but I took two and hoped for the best. Later that day I experienced some unusual reactions to the medication so I read the medicine’s information leaflet to find out whether I should be pre-booking a bed in a nearby emergency room. Now I’m the type of girl that is easily given to excessive anxiety so I really shouldn’t watch CSI late at night or read these medication l...
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