cookie dough is my life
I warn you now...this is long, you don't have to read it all but I need to write it down.
So this was my weekend…had a very sad Thursday, remembering painful things from the past, opening some wounds that haven’t fully closed, ate lots of cookie dough because too overwhelmed to figure out the details of baking. I was supposed be off from work on Friday but wasn’t because there’s stuff to do…did leave work early to receive a package which never came…sat at home all evening long doing nothing bored to death because package was supposed to be coming…went to pharmacy for my birth control pills on Friday afternoon only to be told that they still hadn’t filled the prescription but it would be ready by tomorrow…all this despite the fact that they had my prescription for about a week and had called me to tell me that the prescription was filled. All sad on Saturday because Terence was leaving the next day for Virginia for 10 days and I hate goodbyes. Went back to pharmacy (RITE AID) Saturday afternoon only to find out that they still hadn’t filled my prescription despite the fact that they had it for exactly a week now…I was told by the pharmacist that this particular brand was on backorder and there was nothing they could do…so I asked if another pharmacy had it in stock, he made one lucky phone call to one store and found that they did have ONE pack and I could pick that one up…so what happens next month when I need to refill I ask? “Well, you’ll need another prescription and you’ll have to take it to another pharmacy because we may not have it in stock yet.” Stood there trying not to reach across the divide and strangle the pharmacist. Trying to breathe but at the same time cursing loudly by this point, I ask for the prescription back and I’ll just take it to another pharmacy…but he cannot find the prescription. Terence looked scared and nervous at this point. Was really trying to control myself from killing pharmacist and his little helper. Pharmacist hands me copy of prescription and tells me to try to use that…I look at him in utter disbelief, no one is going to accept a copy of a prescription. He tells me to call my doctor, once again I feel like I’m speaking to myself. What doctor will be in her office at 5pm on a Saturday? I could have taken care of this earlier in the week if you had just told me right away that you didn’t have the pill in stock. There is no supervisor or manager in the store or so I’m told by the pharmacist’ little friend. I go to front of store and speak to assistant manager in my most civil and friendly tone because I’m not a crazy and the pharmacist doesn’t seem to understand how he just screwed me up. I was supposed to start the new pack on Sunday and here he is telling me Saturday at 5pm that I should call my doctor, that he doesn’t have the pill in stock. From there proceeded to curse my way up and down the street. After calming down, called my mom where she told me that Rocky was so sick that she didn’t think he was going to make it through the weekend. When did he get so sick? I called my sister in hysterics and I start falling apart because how did we let it get so bad, how did no one see that the dog was that sick. Terence calms me down and we go to another pharmacy for the birth control pills. The pharmacist tells me that she has them available and I want to kiss her but then she tells me that my doctor did not specify which cycle she wanted me to take so that she couldn’t fill the prescription. I tried to remain as composed as possible at 8pm at night with no way of figuring out what to do. We then rushed to Terence’s apartment to get him packed and his mailbox fixed because he would be leaving the next morning. Feeling exhausted and sad because I’ve spent much of the day angry. Said goodbye to Terence, having some reservations since the last time he went, he came back with a groupie. Got home at 4am, had cookie dough, went to bed by 5am and woke up at 9:30am to take rocky to the vet, the vet was of no comfort or help, I spent much of Sunday with rocky in my lap because he felt so sick poor thing and he wanted to follow me around everywhere but he is so weak because he hasn’t had anything to eat in so long…I’m trying not to cry because the vet didn’t give me any indication that my dog was ok, didn’t give him antibiotics or fluids, nothing…my aunt called to talk to me about someone in the family who I don’t really know and how her baby girl died, they found the baby dead in her crib and something about the wake that’s this evening…my cousin called from the Dominican Rep. to say that his dad, my uncle who has been sick for months, had fallen and broken something and they needed money…and my mother was overwhelmed and looked like she was about to cry…I missed Terence and wanted to talk to him but couldn’t because he was in Georgia…I was overwhelmed and tired and about to start crying and I just had to leave. I am feeling better but I just really want to eat cookie dough all the time. I have not started my birth control pills since I don’t have any, will share the cost of $500 for taking rocky to a good vet who gave him fluids, antibiotics, and told us that it could be his liver. So I’m broke and tired and waiting for my doctor to call me so that I know what to do about my birth control pills.
So this was my weekend…had a very sad Thursday, remembering painful things from the past, opening some wounds that haven’t fully closed, ate lots of cookie dough because too overwhelmed to figure out the details of baking. I was supposed be off from work on Friday but wasn’t because there’s stuff to do…did leave work early to receive a package which never came…sat at home all evening long doing nothing bored to death because package was supposed to be coming…went to pharmacy for my birth control pills on Friday afternoon only to be told that they still hadn’t filled the prescription but it would be ready by tomorrow…all this despite the fact that they had my prescription for about a week and had called me to tell me that the prescription was filled. All sad on Saturday because Terence was leaving the next day for Virginia for 10 days and I hate goodbyes. Went back to pharmacy (RITE AID) Saturday afternoon only to find out that they still hadn’t filled my prescription despite the fact that they had it for exactly a week now…I was told by the pharmacist that this particular brand was on backorder and there was nothing they could do…so I asked if another pharmacy had it in stock, he made one lucky phone call to one store and found that they did have ONE pack and I could pick that one up…so what happens next month when I need to refill I ask? “Well, you’ll need another prescription and you’ll have to take it to another pharmacy because we may not have it in stock yet.” Stood there trying not to reach across the divide and strangle the pharmacist. Trying to breathe but at the same time cursing loudly by this point, I ask for the prescription back and I’ll just take it to another pharmacy…but he cannot find the prescription. Terence looked scared and nervous at this point. Was really trying to control myself from killing pharmacist and his little helper. Pharmacist hands me copy of prescription and tells me to try to use that…I look at him in utter disbelief, no one is going to accept a copy of a prescription. He tells me to call my doctor, once again I feel like I’m speaking to myself. What doctor will be in her office at 5pm on a Saturday? I could have taken care of this earlier in the week if you had just told me right away that you didn’t have the pill in stock. There is no supervisor or manager in the store or so I’m told by the pharmacist’ little friend. I go to front of store and speak to assistant manager in my most civil and friendly tone because I’m not a crazy and the pharmacist doesn’t seem to understand how he just screwed me up. I was supposed to start the new pack on Sunday and here he is telling me Saturday at 5pm that I should call my doctor, that he doesn’t have the pill in stock. From there proceeded to curse my way up and down the street. After calming down, called my mom where she told me that Rocky was so sick that she didn’t think he was going to make it through the weekend. When did he get so sick? I called my sister in hysterics and I start falling apart because how did we let it get so bad, how did no one see that the dog was that sick. Terence calms me down and we go to another pharmacy for the birth control pills. The pharmacist tells me that she has them available and I want to kiss her but then she tells me that my doctor did not specify which cycle she wanted me to take so that she couldn’t fill the prescription. I tried to remain as composed as possible at 8pm at night with no way of figuring out what to do. We then rushed to Terence’s apartment to get him packed and his mailbox fixed because he would be leaving the next morning. Feeling exhausted and sad because I’ve spent much of the day angry. Said goodbye to Terence, having some reservations since the last time he went, he came back with a groupie. Got home at 4am, had cookie dough, went to bed by 5am and woke up at 9:30am to take rocky to the vet, the vet was of no comfort or help, I spent much of Sunday with rocky in my lap because he felt so sick poor thing and he wanted to follow me around everywhere but he is so weak because he hasn’t had anything to eat in so long…I’m trying not to cry because the vet didn’t give me any indication that my dog was ok, didn’t give him antibiotics or fluids, nothing…my aunt called to talk to me about someone in the family who I don’t really know and how her baby girl died, they found the baby dead in her crib and something about the wake that’s this evening…my cousin called from the Dominican Rep. to say that his dad, my uncle who has been sick for months, had fallen and broken something and they needed money…and my mother was overwhelmed and looked like she was about to cry…I missed Terence and wanted to talk to him but couldn’t because he was in Georgia…I was overwhelmed and tired and about to start crying and I just had to leave. I am feeling better but I just really want to eat cookie dough all the time. I have not started my birth control pills since I don’t have any, will share the cost of $500 for taking rocky to a good vet who gave him fluids, antibiotics, and told us that it could be his liver. So I’m broke and tired and waiting for my doctor to call me so that I know what to do about my birth control pills.