February 29th.

Oh duh...:blush:

Happy Birthday Brianna! :)

HB Bri ---forever young! :lol: (what are you -6 now?)

Oh yeah! Happy birthday, Bri!

Last night I dreamed about Mum's friend.
For those of you following my story, she is the one who just lost her husband, whose funeral I went to.

I dreamed she was taking Ecstacy as a new cure for event-specific depression. I wanted to ask Mum if she had any spare. [This comes from a conversation Mum & I had about the fact Nan had a huge amount of opium-derivative painkillers left behind when she died of cancer, and the chemist was puzzled as to why Mum was returning them. And I secretly thought, "I wish I'd known!"]

And then I dreamed that she (the friend) had won a competition to name new streets in this area. Although for some reason they were replacing the existing street names - possibly because of the real reported slowdown in building. But she only wanted to name them after her ex husband. "How stupid!" Mum said. "Colin Street, Colin Close, Colin Path, Colin Avenue! Imagine how much trouble that will cause with the post!" This is rooted in real life too, as my bro lives on Poplar Close, which is off Poplar Road - the same numbered house on that street often gets their post.

And finally, she wanted to rename Roxwell Path as Coxwell Path (for his surname). Mun said, "They'll never allow that! It sounds too rude!"

Mum admitted this morning that she was the same in my dreams as she was IRL.

:lol:

darling, did the chemist take the pills back? they never would in the US.

You could have SOLD them to junior high schoolers! What is your mother thinking????

The correct action in the UK is to take back any opiates.
They weren't paid for in my Nan's case after all (over 60 and terminally ill to boot)

They are then destroyed (by the police - and records kept)
Obviously, some pharmacists are unaware of this! or were 15 or so years ago.

Wasted opportunity ;)

Oh FTR - Mum worked for the police then...

Oh! the police destroy them - ok. In the US you just get to keep them if you want - even if the government did pay for them. We're too sue-happy in this country to be able to give them back to anyone. Lotsa good opiates down the toilet.

Lady-from-the dream is here now.
I told here I dreamed about her last night. Mum said - lasers from her eyes, "No need to tell her!" Sheesh, I'm not that stooopid. I told her about the Ecstacy dream and we all laughed.

Like I'd say anything about her husband. Or Mum sounding mean.

I think I redeemed myself anyway, as I've pre-prepared a pasta bake, all ready to pop in the oven when I get back tonight.

Any controlled medications are supposed to be handed into a pharmacy to be disposed of safely. When Dad died I took back a cardboard box and a carrier bag full of assorted medications. Inhalers, opiates, anti-biotics: all sorts. I didn't even sort through them I just bagged anything that looked like prescription medicine, packaging and all.

The pharmacist asked me if there were any sharps in there, but other than that they'll dispose of all of it, including medical devices (like spacers and inhalers and so on).

I poured all Mum's left over drugs down the plug hole very shortly (within the hour) after she died.

A month or two later when all the bills came in I wish I'd kept them. I could have made enough to cover the bills if I'd sold them.

We all live and learn. It was probably for the best.

About my dream last night. There was a huge shark the size of a whale beached on a spot where we often go swimming. Now I'm wondering if we should go swimming there anymore.

I don't remember the whole dream but I know it involved LJ, a baked potato, 6 handcuffs, a jar of mayo and 3 Aardvarks. ;)

this morning, I dreamed that I had stopped at a little place on the side of the road....which became a store in a shopping mall...... anyway....I was on my way home from where I used to work, and had some time to kill. So I stopped at this little mexican restaurant because they were one of the few that served beer. I asked the guy what was on tap, and he recited 5 or 6 beers that I'd never heard of. I asked for a sample of the last one (something something Ultra Lager) It was good. So I ordered one and a chicken burrito platter special ($6 with the beer!) I sat drinking the beer and watching them prepare the food while I talked with the guy next to me. (I think it was vaguely sycamore or maybe Chunk from Top Chef)

the thing that bothered me about this dream?

i woke up before I got my burrito.

If I have the same dream I had, I'll see if I can slip you the burrito intead of the potato.