Last Thursday, my husband ended up in Malmsbury Hospital, mostly because they didn't have anywhere else to send him and he couldn't walk so he couldn't come home. Fair enough. On Sunday, when I visited, they invited me to stay for lunch, which was a roast dinner, and I was delighted. It was lamb, I never cook lamb, but I don't generally pass up a free meal. During the meal, the head nurse mentioned ever so casually that they had taken Hubby off of his Solpadol for pain. Turns out, and NO ONE had ever mentioned this to us during all of our problems, that mixing anything with codeine with the other drugs hubby is taking could cause HALLUCINATIONS! I've been living in a house full of people only he could see for months because the dumbass doctors were prescribing meds that didn't work together. So hubby is now much more himself, the house is a lot quieter, and I am going to raise holy hell with the Mental Health Team as soon as I can get one of them on the phone. I feel better for having vented, thank you.