...couldn't have been less helpful if he'd tried.
Neither could Steve.
It's all sorted for another week now though and I've decided that as of now, Steve gets credit for everything and I get the blame without complaint or ranting or anything... Steve will be the golden boy who doesn't put a foot wrong and I'm always to blame for everything that goes wrong.
I've taken all my day-time pills and I've now just gotta stop shaking for long enough to go for a wee without my legs giving way underneath me. Again.