It took me a lot of stress on a very wonky mobile phone line to sort out by about midnight. To add to the problems, I rang 111, but it was the weekend the NHS computers were hacked and the Scottish Drs. could not access his records, therefore they could not prescribe (lot of pills and we didn't know all the dosages). I ended up ringing a friend in the village at 9.30 p.m. and, bless her, she went down to my neighbour's (with whom I'd left a key) and they both went into the house and, acting on my descriptions, they found the prescription. Friend took it home and then read it out, very carefully, to me.
I then got back to NHS111, original Dr. had gone home so I had to start again, eventually I got through and a new prescription was written. I had to drive to Melrose (about 20 miles) on Sunday morning to collect it from A & E and then to the only chemist in the Borders which was open on Sunday (Tesco's at Galashiels, for future reference). All ended well, 'phew. I think I'm due a medal! :)