Wednesday, July 04, 2012
It actually started yesterday. You see, I have to plan out my days. For example, I knew last Friday was going to be strenuous, so napped that day. So in planning for the 4th of July, I scheduled my errands for Monday. That would leave Tuesday for laying around conserving energy for Wednesday. But it didn't work out for me. You see after I ran all my errands, I took the train to Haymarket. I was trying to get off the crowded car through two jackasses (jackassi?) who were standing too close to the doors. People behind me were starting to push. Picture someone squeezing a tube of toothpaste. One of my bags caught on "doorway guy" luggage pulling me back while the crowd surged forward. Tbe result? I can within an inch of kissing the floor of platform and the contents of the bag stayed on the train. I hope someone enjoys that stupid Fekkia shampoo I felt guilty about buying because it was so expensive. I also lost two prescriptions. So, even though I was tired, I had to go back to the pharmacy today. I got there around half past four. Two hours later, after my team had left, the pharmacist decided he couldn't fill it. I was upset. I asked why they hadn't come up with this earlier....you know when people who could help were still available Astonishingly enough, all three of the pharmacy workers left started giving excuses. I have never come across such behavior at the hospital. I was incredulous! I put up my hand. "I don't want to hear any more." One of the three kept talking. I was flabbergasted! "Do you understand what 'I don't want to hear any more' means?" She kept talking. So I said "I guess you don't." She kept talking. I asked "Do you always have to have the last word?" "Yes, ma'am" she replied. Then, miracle of miracles, someone called the hematology oncologist on call. The pharrmacist gave him the story and in one second got approval. I hope that woman enjoyed taunting me as I cried in frustration and exhaustion because Thursday I start making phone calls. Miss Smartie Pants is going to find out who she fucked with.
Posted by BostonMaggie at 1:29:00 AM