I am sending myself to time out
August 13, 2007
A month ago I refilled my son’s prescription like I do every 90 days. And have done every 90 days for the past 3 years.
Guess whose dr wrote it out for 30 days this time. And guess when my son let me in on this information? If you guessed when he took his 30th pill, you would be correct. Even though I was just at the pediatrician’s office on Friday.
And guess whose pediatrician is on vacation this week?
And guess how many hours I have been sitting here next to my phone waiting to find out if the on-call pediatrician will write a prescription for me? Did you guess 4 hours? Because that would be correct.
And as mad as I am at the doctor’s office I am more angry with myself. This was the first time EVER that I gave Rob the prescriptions when they came in the mail and asked him to send them off to the mail away pharmacy. And I did not check them before handing the envelope to Rob. And then when the medication arrived I didn’t check the quantity. I am not sure why I didn’t. I always do.
That’ll teach you a lesson, Chris.
Also, I am wondering why one of the workers at my neighbor’s house is throwing up on their driveway right in full view of the windows on this side of my house.
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