Left work early today after getting the project for vancouver done. Actually, the people who sit around me begged me to leave. I wanted too, oh did I want to, but had to explain to them that a) I only get paid if I'm at work, and b) I was here only for a reason, and then I was leaveing.
Got shit done, and left. Yay.
Stopped at a butcher on the way home to see if I could get turkey drumsticks for mom for christmas. Stupid Butcher doesn't do much actual butchering, I guess. No drumsticks.
Stopped at CVS to get drugs. Happy, happy blessed drugs.
Found some Tylenol Cold stuff. Comes in a combo pack. Yay, right?
Well, no. It covers all of my symptoms except the "someone's standing on my chest" feeling. So I stagger over to the "consultation" corral to (you guessed it) to get me some consultation. All I wanted to know is if it would be safe to take a chest decongestant with the Tylenol stuff.
The 4 (FOUR) pharmacists behind the counter see me, and then suddenly become busy, (at 1:30 in the afternoon.) One of them aknowledges my presence by telling me someone else will come help me in a minute.
10 minutes later, after watching them watching me from between the aisles of drugs, (happy, happy blessed drugs, ) I'm leaning agaist the side of the death corral, almost in tears, because all I want is drugs that won't kill me and to be home, on the sofa, (where I am now, where it's nice and quiet,) I slam down the box to tylenol and stalk off into the store. I grabbed another box on the march down to the front of the store, but left the original box there as a reminder to them that I was there, and they (one step removed from Dr.s in my mind,) were not.
Now, I'm going to sleep.
No, I'm not mixing m,y drugs. I'm settling with the Tylenol.
We'll see if it does anything.
-k.
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