Going off my head

When I could walk properly, I collected my prescription from the Boots pharmacy attached to our surgery. I would get a text telling me that my prescription was ready for collection. It was always a pain to do but at least I could do it in my own time and know the prescription would be waiting. When walking became so difficult for me, I arranged to have my prescription delivered (they use drivers). They charge £5.00 for this, although most pharmacies offer a free service.
So, I waited all day yesterday. I’m waiting today. I have no idea when or even if I will get my prescription *and Boots simply will not answer the phone*. This not knowing is so stressful for me that I’m having what amounts to a two-day panic attack and this morning, had to lie down for a while because I was so close to fainting from sheer nerves. I realise not everyone would be affected in the same way but that’s no comfort to me. I rarely write anything very personal on my blog but I’m at the end of my tether.