I was really unwell this morning. Some tablets given to me earlier in the week were the culprits. I tumbled out of bed, visited the bathroom and dehydrated rapidly. Me and the floor suddenly made contact. I did not know which end of me was where. Hubby's soothing voice broke into my fuzz and his strong arms lifted me off the floor. I was almost insensible. I remember a feeling of minimal consciousness. Only after the crisis had passed and my wits had started to revive, did I realise what a horrible experience it was, and how lucky I was to have hubby at home to help me.
The first thing to do was to get some fluid into me to re-hydrate myself, then get to speak with the doctor. He was alarmed to hear my tale and the moment I showed him the offending box of pills, he politely confiscated the box, saying he would dispose of the prescription.