Well, after all that worry, today went fine.
The doctor I saw (Dr RS) was happy to increase my diclofenac (70 tablets instead of 56, to cover for pharmacy fuckups), to very slightly increase my diazepam (To eight pills a month instead of six), decrease my laxido (30 instead of 120), put my suppositories on my repeat prescription for about the 90th time, and, best of all, to not push to decrease or remove my MST. She had the usual caution – She said she “didn’t like” diazepam, but my point that I didn’t like it either, it was just better than an A+E admission, was enough to put that to rest, and my bluntly asking “Why?” when she said that Dr Rpm had thought it was a good idea to take me off MST, with the corollary of “I’m not in pain anymore. I really like not being in pain.” has set her mind at rest that I’m not in some kind of terrible opiate abuse spiral.
Thankfully, she’s basically just a really nice person, and I’m glad that I got her today rather than someone more idealogically driven.
It then took literally a dozen trips back and forth to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions sorted out, but now I have them all.
Utter disaster, forestalled for another month.
Interestingly, my Oramorph this time came in an unlabelled bottle, without a child-lock cap. Probably actually useful, so that I can open the bottle without needing help.