Not so fun adventures in living

Fifty billion ways to treat modern patients and it always seems that four hundred nintey nine billion of them cause me more harm than good.  I am a doctor's nightmare.

My doctor was sick yesterday so my appointment was cancelled.  Today I went to one of her colleagues.  Just bringing him up to speed sounded like the diary of a mad hypochondriac.

Less concerned than I am about the possibility of impending baldness but sympathetic to the quarter sized red spots that neither hurt, nor itch, (and only pop up two at a time and disappear before the next two show up) he asked me what I thought.

We decided that due to my bad reaction to almost every medicine, we would just treat the high blood pressure until my appointment with my regular doctor.

I then drove over to the pharmacy to pick that prescription up.  (Hoping they wouldn't keep me waiting at the drive up window for an hour or more, per their usual routines.) They didn't.

It was closed. It seems someone had tried to break in and it will be three weeks before the drive up opens.

The store was open and I was able to pick up the prescription, but there was the usual long wait during which many other people came to pick up prescriptions.  (Each one having some major problem picking up their medicine!)  And topping it all off, as I left the store, a drenching thunderstorm swooped in.

I finally got home.  My appointment actually took very little time.  I got in early to see the doctor and was out only five minutes after the appointment was scheduled to have started, but the whole ordeal with the drug store and rain took forever.