I woke up this morning to the familiar sound of my fan humming but something didn’t feel right. I opened my eyes and sat to see that I was in fact in my sister’s room, in her little single bed, not my own. I can’t remember how I got here. Ominous.
My dad came in. “oh you’re awake. Do you remember what happened last night?”
“I think you’re on too much seroquel. I want to go with you to your doctor’s appointment tomorrow to talk about this.”
He left me, still feeling confused and I went into my room. The sheets had been stripped off the bed and there was a towel on the floor. I went to take my tablets…and found that was impossible because my whole medication drawer was missing. Someone had taken it right out of the cabinet.
The presence of the kitchen scissors on top of the cabinet gave me pause for thought. I used these scissors to cut my seroquel, but I remembered putting them away. Yet I got them out again. It looks like I might have accidentally taken a double dose of seroquel.
I went downstairs and found mum with my medication drawer sitting on the kitchen bench. She told me what happened last night from her perspective.
Mum and dad got home to find me trying to get out of my bed room but the wardrobe doorknob was jammed under the door handle so my door wouldn’t open. My dad fixed the door from the other side and opened it to see why I was unable to do it myself and realised that I was…not awake. Mum said “Mac, go sit on the bed” Which I apparently did, then Mum noticed where I was standing there was a puddle. Of urine. I pissed myself and now I was sitting on the bed in my wet pjs.
Due to all this activity in my room I started to wake up, but I was groggy and not talking sense. Mum found some dry pjs and sent me into the bathroom to get changed which I did. They decided to put me to sleep in my sisters room. As they were taking me in there, Dad said something about me being on too much seroquel and I said “oh I need to go take my seroquel” to which they both said NO!
Mum took the medication drawer because she reached the same conclusion as I had; that I had taken and accidental overdose. She wants to keep my meds with her until they can fix me up with a Webster pack or something.
I’m not sure why but I’m surprised my parents aren’t mad at me for peeing on the floor. I guess it wasn’t really my fault – well it kind of was, if I was more on top of my medications that wouldn’t have happened. But still, I’m a little old to be wetting myself. I guess what I’m feeling is embarrassment.
I will see my doctor tomorrow and Dad is either going to come with me or write a note, he hasn’t decided yet. I’m hoping he isn’t going to try and convince her to take me off it because apart from this episode I have been sleeping well on it.
I will be back tomorrow with more.