First, I wanted to thank everyone for their comments. I know I’m going to be on this emotional roller coaster for the rest of my life. I think regardless, having children is an emotional roller coaster, but with the Mini, I’ll always have great days where I think everything will be great and bad days where I’ll feel hopeless and wonder if he’ll ever be a “normal” kid someday. It’s that not knowing that’s the hardest part.
Yesterday, I stupidly waited to the last minute to get a refill on my meds. I had an appointment last night, so I left early and just went into my pharmacy to get a refill, since they know me by name (not that I’m there often, what with LG being on antibiotics and picking up one thing or another, it’s just that small town pharmacy feel. Even though it’s in a grocery store, our pharmacist is just that type of person to love her job enough to get to know everyone on a first name basis). Being the idiot that I am, or a woman with two small kids, I didn’t check the bottle to see that I didn’t have any refills, but honestly, given that I just only started a couple of months ago, and that I see my doctor regularly, I didn’t think she’d leave me high and dry until my next visit, which is 3 weeks away. The pharmacist said she’d call and leave a message so that the doctor could call it in this morning and not leave me without meds all weekend. So I call the pharmacy this morning. Nothing. I call my doctor, and leave a message. Nothing. The pharmacy called again. Nothing. I was on my way back from running errands, so the Meester called and talked to the receptionist, who also echoed my thought. She wouldn’t leave me without a refill. Well, she did, and she managed to not fucking call in my refill, which means I have nothing for the weekend. Which pisses me off, and also is extremely unprofessional. Thankfully, my pharmacist is full of the awesome and spotted me until Monday. I mean, I’m not a danger to myself, and I don’t feel horrible, but with the nice side effect of appetite suppressant it has for me, I happily take my blue and green every morning. Since I ended up missing a dose yesterday, I had raging food dreams last night. It was a full on celebrity super special variety act that included:
a very gay Steve Carrell
a very gay Roger Moore
The blonde chick from CSI Miami
and Tracy Jordan.
Clearly I watched too many episodes of 30 Rock yesterday, but I have no idea why the other two were in there. Either way, I need not eat so much before bed, because that shit was entirely too weird.