Taken some of my most important meds, plus a squirt of locally acting nasal decongestant spray (xylometazoline, I prefer it to other, systemic ones since it doesn't make me jittery and overloaded and generally shite feeling) just the oxy, chlormethiazole, a little hint, just a wee tiny bit of morphine to back it up, and the decongestant.
About to go tackle the mission I'm currently fighting in my X-com enemy unknown/UFO defense (the one from the early '90s) and give the enemy some payback for destroying my tank with just a single shot from one of their snipers, carrying a heavy plasma cannon (which needless to say, faced immediate retaliation of the most dramatic and severe kind, namely a white phosphorus rocket launched into the building the little sod was camping in, followed by a large, high explosive warhead-tipped one from the second squad rocket launcher-carrying heavy weapons assault trooper and levelling the entire building to the ground with HE autocannon fire, phosphorus incendiary autocannon fire and heavy cannon fire (the heavy cannons are man portable, but only just, dirty great big things, that are similar to the autocannon but lack automatic fire capability, but like the heavy autocannon can take 3 different types of munitions-armor piercing heavy caliber, high-velocity solid bolts, high explosive shells or phosphorus incendiary shells. There ended up being nothing whatsoever left of that building but smoke and flames, along with a high-pitched scream a bunch of plasma bolts and laser weapons firing 3-round bursts repeatedly in the direction of that pesky sniper, followed by a grenade; Result-no more building, alien sniper's corpse vaporized and only its plasma cannon and a spare magazine left of both alien and building both. Both of which were recovered for the use of my own squad's heavy weapons troops, since those heavy plasma weapons are bad news to face up against, a shot will easily level a tank, and even a soldier with the very best armor available through research is likely to be killed by a single shot, or if not killed, knocked unconscious and left on the brink of death, critically wounded and needing a medic and evacuation as a priority to come over, patch the poor sod up so they aren't bleeding out anymore, and pump them full of stimulants and painkillers, with them perhaps throwing a last grenade on the way out as a parting shot, or dropping useful equipment for the rest of the squad before being put back in the troop transport.
After finishing these little sods off, I think I'll go clean up that bisulfite adduct I have needing attention.
