I ran out of some of my medication this weekend and since it had no refills left, I told the automated phone system at the drug store to call the doctor's office and get them re-up my Rx.
But it turns out they couldn't refill it just yet.
You know, I didn't realize it's been over a year since I'd been in to see the good doctor. And I use "good" only in the sense of a hyperextended sense of faux propriety. Not that he's a bad doctor, he's not; it's just that as I mentioned the last time I saw him, he's a retired Airborne guy, and has giant gnarled soldier hands the size of beef shanks. I had vowed after my last lady doctor went into retirement that I would do all I could to find another fine-fingered physician to replace her, but time was short when I contacted this fellow, and then I let the task slip my mind.
And now I'm filled with adverse anticipation and a keen hope that he isn't in the mood to ride the fenceline 'round the back 40, so to speak. But I can't get my meds until he gives me a brisk once over, and so I went ahead and scheduled it for this afternoon, meaning that ONCE MORE, I have to stop playing for a while here and get some actual work done.
Whee.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 2, 2006 10:54 AMSo if you stop taking your medication do you start turning back into an actual possum?
Posted by: Jordana at October 2, 2006 02:31 PMNo, actually--back into a turnip.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 2, 2006 07:55 PMSlender do make a man feel better Terry. Or less worse, anyway. Tho YMMV.
Posted by: Tony von Krag at October 2, 2006 08:02 PMIndeed so--I'm all for throwing the full power of the government behind finding a less invasive procedure. Or at least requiring that no one doing it have fingers bigger around than a pencil.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 3, 2006 10:12 AM