Grrrrreat!

Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated. ~ Jean Baudrillard

Yesterday was one of those days that were just so chaotically busy and filled that even I can't complain about being bored. It wasn't a bunch of things in particular, it was just one thing that totally filled my day and utterly exhausted me. It was the Doctor's Appointment from Hell!

For starters, I got a late start for the appointment (having to wait for the locksmith to unlock a door--he took forever but finally got it done.) I would have made it on time if not for the fact that everything does look different when you are actually behind the wheel of a car. I totally missed my exit to the hospital and couldn't turn round for 10 miles. Then I was ridiculously lost and ended up backtracking home to start the trip all over again. It's a good thing that I actually enjoy driving and found such peace and tranquility behind the wheel. (Believe it or not)

At the parking garage, the lady was giving me grief because she didn't have change for the 20 I gave her...honey that's not my problem, I'm late, for a very important date! So I went all Alice in Wonderland on her and told her I would get the change later. I zipped into my doctors office only 30 minutes late which isn't bad considering.

One of the other patients waiting was this guy in a wheelchair who looked to be about 20 years old. He was praising the 'chocolate color' of my skin and other sundry phrases that made me actually look up from the form I was filling. Then he tried to sell me Morphine pills. Grrreat!

The appointment was a breeze except I kept haggling with my doctor over my prescriptions. She said that I had refills left in the pharmacy and I told her that I didn't. She called the pharmacy and told me to head down there.

Except by now all the clinics are emptying out and I'm in a line that has about 20 people in front of me. When I finally get to the head of the line--I'm informed that, yeah, I have no refills. Grrreat! Luckily for me the Doc hadn't left yet and she was very apologetic about the screwup. Damn skippy! Going upstairs to get the script just kicked me out the line, and believe it or not, it's actually longer now.

The roiling mass of unwashed sweaty bodies, and entities that are all up in your 2 feet of personal space was enough to make me want to check out of there, but I knew that I absolutely couldn't go through this another day. So I turned in my slip, took my number and waited. Luckily for me I had my Ipod, a granola bar, some chocolate and my Jeffrey Archer book to keep me company.

The pharmacy closes at 7pm. I got my stuff at 710--and it wasn't even right. So I waited another 10 minutes for them to find the rest of my prescriptions. By the time I got out of there, I was so ornery, irritable and tired that I was liable to bust a cap on the next person who looked at me funny.

Luckily I didn't need to. I actually broke down and got some Quizno's for dinner, totally eschewing my delightfully planned dinner menu for a quick sandwich and making it back home to watch Prison Break.

It's been a loooooong ass day. I'm off to bed!