Operation Zantac: Swiss Army initiation 2.

I picked at the cellophane- the only thing between me and my antipsychotic medication (indigestion tablets- the gastric and neck pain is driving me mad!), which I intended to take with a cup of morphine. Barring that, alcohol would do (my housemate is well stocked with liquor). But it wouldn't open. So the swiss army knife came to the rescue. A nice sharp slit and it was free for all drug use. And now I am zantac-ed. With water lah. No alcohol in foreign countries. My next mission is paracetamol. Neck pain, go away, come never again, not another day.

I don't know what indigestion is and what sadness is anymore. Screw you, Zantac.