I promise that I don’t use this blog for bitching. Much. But today earned it.
At 5 PM I picked up Daniel from daycare and headed home to where Jimmy was waiting. At 6 PM I was sitting in the local urgent care waiting room. I don’t know if you frequent urgent care centers, but there are always…interesting …people there. But I digress. I won’t go into the specifics of why I was at urgent care, but I will tell you that it wasn’t for a serious issue, but it also wasn’t an issue that I wanted to leave for tomorrow afternoon or whenever I could get into see my general practitioner. Ahem.
I had my vitals checked. I listed my symptoms for the nurse. I listed them again for the doctor. I endured inquiries into how much caffeine I drink, how much water I drank, what kind of job I had (was this a medical appointment or speed dating?). Finally, the doctor said he’d send the prescription to my local Walgreens.
I drove to the Walgreens up the street. The doctor had said it would take 15 minutes or so for the prescription to be received, so I killed time by looking for new eye cream (I’m diligent about under-eye care). I studied the make-up aisle. I wandered down the shampoo aisle. I investigated the holiday displays, noting the drugstore had some good deals on LED window candles and outside decorations. If I spent much more time there, I might emerge with an exterior light plan and all of our Christmas shopping done.
Thinking enough time had passed, I headed to the pharmacy section and was informed that no prescription had come in for me. DAMN. I sat down and proceeded to have quality time with my iPhone. 5 minutes later, I was informed my prescription had arrived. Then the Walgreens became the hottest spot in town with a billion people in line for complicated prescriptions. I sat and surfed. Jimmy called. He and Daniel were beginning story time. When I had left the house that evening, I didn’t think I would be gone so long, but surely I would be home before Daniel was in bed.
Ten minutes later, the pharmacy informed me my second prescription had arrived. Second??? I surfed more. More people came. Jimmy tucked in Daniel. I waited and waited. My battery crept lower. Jimmy informed me he had tucked in Daniel a few more times. I watched someone in the chair next to me fall asleep. Just as I was beginning to worry that the pharmacy had forgotten about me, my name was called.
It was 8:30. I left and headed home, 2.5 hours after I left. Sure, I had the prescriptions in hand finally, but I didn’t get to kiss my sweet boy good night. Hell, where was my night?
I did get quality time to pick out new mascara and under eye cream. That’s what awesome Monday nights are made of, right?
I don’t know. I think this may sum up my feelings on the evening more succinctly: