So, Blokey was sorting out his medication last night, popping it into the two seven-day pill boxes that he has. He paused for a moment and looked into space. Then he turned to me and said, I’m not supposed to be take 750mg of this anti-rejection drug twice a day, am I? It’s supposed to be 500mg twice a day.
Goodness knows how many weeks he’s been cocking that up (at least two, maybe four, probably not more). He’s put himself back down to 500mg twice a day but he has emailed his nurse-y lady at Hospital (and someone else, I think) to hopefully get a swift response.
Idiot. And I mean that in the nicest possible way, obviously.
(Day 858, NO DIALYSIS!!!)