Oh, I don't THINK so!

I finally broke down yesterday and talked to my supervisor about seeing a doctor about my wrist (hurt it in the file room Monday, Feb 23^rd).  I hate doctors with a passion, and had been trying to put it off, and...just....couldn’t any longer.  Lucky for me the doctor was a good one.  Kind, understanding, she listened, and I didn’t feel like she was trying to rush me out of there ‘cause it’s her job to have me as okay as possible as soon as possible.  I have no problems with having to go see her again in two weeks (aside from having to take time, but whatever...).

 

That wasn’t the best of it though.  She’d put in a prescription for me downstairs.  One for Motrin and for between doses of Motrin some Extra Strength Tylenol to just kind of keep things up.  Why the second needed to be a prescription I have NO idea, figured it was for convenience or something.  First I’d forgotten about prescriptions, got all the way out to my car....and had to go back in to get the meds...figured if I didn’t get them then I’d be less inclined to come back for them later...  Get inside, wait a little longer for my name to appear on the board that my meds are ready and get in line...get up to the counter and talk to the guy there and he turns to get my meds.  Now...I’d already been told that the facility was a little understaffed today so I wasn’t overly surprised when he seemed to be waiting for someone in the back to pass my meds through a window to him...he wasn’t the only one waiting there.

 

I....I heard him say something that....I just....KNEW....I had to have heard wrong.  But no...turns out I heard right, when a moment later he returned to the counter with this SHEEPISH look on his face and asks me:

 

Guy: Do you....know what /kind/ of Tylenol you’re supposed to be getting?  Like...do you know if it’s a pill or a suppository?

Me: O<O?!?!  N-no...I’d /assume/ pill...

Guy: *sweatdrop, /sheepish/ smile*  Okay...I’m asking because the prescription your doctor sent in is for a suppository, but the instructions say to “take one tablet” and well...you can’t /take/ a suppository, you...kind of.....stick it....you know.... *gesturing a bit to get the point across without actually saying it if he can....and...actually blushes softly*

Me: *trying not to snerk...*  Yeah...

Guy: *nodnod*  Let me see if I can get hold of your doctor.

Me: *nodnod*  *still....trying not to snerk....brain BREAKING over the whole idea of Tylenol made to shove up your rear. >,o!!*

 

He came back a short time later to tell me that they couldn’t get hold of my doctor, she’d probably left for lunch.  I could wait there, come back later, or leave my number and they’d call me.  I left my number and walked out of there musing over what had just happened.  And I got to my car just in time.  By the time I pulled from the parking garage it was a DOWNPOUR with hail!....And I think I followed it home too....9,9;;  I stopped for lunch and it passed by calmed down and was decently nice out, and I drove right back into it to get home, and was SOAKED getting from my car to the front door....>,o...

 

 

On another note.  My sister had oral surgery this morning.  I’d mentioned her needed a couple problem wisdom teeth out that weren’t taken out before because of potentially dangerous risks in doing so at the time.  In the last year things have moved enough that everything cam out fine.  She’s awake, albeit groggy still, and doing just fine. ~<3  *bounces*  I get to see her in two weeks!!!  ~<3  And my bro-in-law (who will be here on his Birthday. XD) and my two nephews!!!  ~<3 ~<3 ~<3 ~<3