I had a terrible day, and I’m not entirely certain why it was so bad. I had a good sleep, I didn’t have any crazy nightmares involving people dying (or waiting for people to die), and it wasn’t insane at work. But lately I’ve been not-quite-right, and I know it, and I feel powerless to actually fix it right now. There’s too much going on, even if it may not seem like it, and I’ve been putting myself on the back burner trying to keep everything else from boiling over. I need my meds adjusted, and my MD isn’t in the network so it’s going to cost me an arm and a leg to go back to her and get a check up in addition to the wallet-rape it costs me to get the crap refilled every month.

So I sent Eddie a text message this afternoon telling him how I was feeling, and requested pizza because for the first time in a very long time I wanted to eat for comfort. And after dinner Eddie drew me a bath and tossed in two vanilla and buttercream bath bombs, lit some candles, and left me in there alone for 40 minutes. I laid down, covered my ears with the water and enjoyed some well deserved silence.

Well, almost silence. I had a cat who was attempting to steal my glasses from the edge of the tub, drink the water, and sit on my stomach while I was relaxing.

Dear customers,

In an effort to preserve the sanity of my coworkers and myself, here is a small list of requests and rules that we think you should abide by.

Regarding your directions…. Please understand that when your doctor writes a script with the directions “1 tablet at bedtime,” it means your main bedtime and does not include your afternoon naps. Likewise, when your labels say “1 tablet twice a day if needed,” your doctor means you shouldn’t be taking more than 2 tablets in a day, not the 4 tabs your strange math calculations seem to work out to.

To our valued customers on Suboxone…. Do not get pissed off at us because we told your dentist that you’re taking Suboxone when you drop off a RX for something you probably should definitely not be taking if you’re trying to get off the hard shit. The man needs to know this sort of information, and “I’m ashamed that I’m on it” is not a valid excuse for withholding your medical history from a health care provider. If you’re taking Subs, do not give us shit when we give you shit for buying a 10-pack of needles. Your doctor doesn’t even believe your bullshit anymore, and it never ceases to amaze us that your father still thinks you only bought the syringes for some dude in the parking lot.

Early Oxycontin refills… We have several patients on oxycontin. For the most part, they are nice guys who know when they can get their next fills. However, there are some of you who insist upon coming in 2-3 weeks early. You know that you got a 30 day supply, there’s no reason you should be coming in after 13 with a new prescription with the same directions. And telling us that you need an early refills override because your doctor changed you from 2 tabs to 3 tabs daily is not a valid excuse when we know you still have 2 weeks available even with the dose change. Unlike you, we are not morons.

Socially inept…. Don’t hit on us. Ever. We don’t want to know that your Viagra prescription is “for experimental use only.” We don’t need to hear how expensive it is to get a woody these days, nor do we need to know that you’re only getting it “just in case.” Don’t bleed on our counter, or hand us a script with bloody fingerprints all over it. This rule is especially important if you happen to be one of our HIV+ customers.

And for the love of all things holy, do not ask us which brand of condoms will fit your 15 year old son.

Sincerely,
Your pharmacy team.

The proper reponse when someone tells you that a close relative died is “I’m sorry for your loss.” Don’t ask how old she was and then tell me “well, she had a good life.” The fact that she had a good life doesn’t change the fact that she’s gone now.

An hour or so after I made my last post the detectives showed up, and we discussed what was taken, how they got in, and our theories about the Baby Phat bitch at the door yesterday morning. Apparently there’s been a few robberies in the area with a female suspect, so I get to go down to the police department tomorrow morning and look through their database of females and see if I can pick her out. We don’t get a lot of people knocking on our door aside from the occasional UPS guy, and she was so insistant about getting Comrade’s number that she stuck in my brain and I was able to give a decent description of her.

So the list of things they managed to steal currently stands at:

• 1 diamond ring, size 7.
• 1 sterling silver posey ring, which was what I considered my first engagement ring from Eddie.
• a pink teddy bear
• a plug-in air freshener
• a Playstation 2, controllers, memory cards, and several games.
• DVDs - while we haven’t looked to see exactly which ones were taken because we have a LOT to begin with, we know that they took Ultraviolet, Matrix 2 and 3, Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, American Psycho, and Pretty In Pink, which were piled on top of the PS2. They also nabbed pretty much every comic-book action movie we had - all of the X-Men and Spiderman series is gone - with the exception of Hellboy and Sin City. However, they left every special edition boxed set we had.
• Eddie’s Fight Club poster
• a suitcase
• digital camera

Needless to say, I’m pissed. I don’t feel violated (I felt more violated when Comrade admitted to looking in the windows), I’m just pissed off for what seem like really stupid reasons. I’m pissed they took my jewelry, not because it was worth anything but because it was sentimental to me. I’m pissed that they’ve now got my saved game info for Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy X and I’ll never finish either game. I’m pissed that someone was in my house and saw how messy it was. I’m pissed that some punk-assed cunt is letting her baby sleep with my Pinky Bear, that someone has probably already deleted the pictures of our Canadian vacation without a second glance. It’s just all wrong to me.

From the local Freecycle list:

“hi my name is danny i am looking for any kind of ipod does not matter what kind or how old my sons brithday is at the end of the month and he wants and ipod i would love to get him one but i can’t afford one if anyone has one they do not use and could spear to part with it would help a good cause and make one little boy happy thank you all for your time
danny one despreat dad”

Never mind the fact that my brain can’t comprehend what the fuck a 7-year old needs an Ipod for, everytime this guy posts, I’m more certain that it’s a kid - almost everything he ever asks for is something that a 12 year old would want, with all the writing comprenension skills of someone of that age as well.