My doctor won’t prescribe me them. Apparently, my heart rate is already too low. Carlie’s been having more panic attacks than usual this week though, so got an appointment and has been given two boxes of Propranalol to take as and when required.

I woke this morning with a knot in my stomach and a feeling of pending doom (probably exacerbated by three pints and a bottle of prosecco ‘celebrating’ Carlie’s birthday last night). I went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. If I just snipped the bottom row off the blister pack, she wouldn’t notice, would she?