Saturday, November 26, 2005

Ok, So Really

I just took a break to bring my stepmother home in a blissfully
harmonious car ride home so that she could get her vehicle and
bring it back to the hospital and so that I could go to my doc's
and get a prescription for Dylan. Because you know, my step-
mother and I just have NOT had nearly enough face time of
late. I mean, Mon Dieu! What if we forgot how each other
looked or something? Ya know?

So anyway, I drop her off and I (finally) get through to my Doc.
Who is rather umm... three sheets to the wind. He decides we
should take his car to his office to write the scrip. In all actuali-
ty you can write a scrip on ANYTHING, a paper bag even. But
with a controlled substance, and on a Saturday, it just LOOKS
better on a regular scrip pad. Ya know?

I was parked kind of off to the side behind him and I DID SAY
to him, "Please don't hit my car when you pull out." I said this
about ten seconds before I heard the SMASH. I'm having a
lovely fucking couple of days let me tell ya. At least my dad is
doing well.

6 comments:

Denise said...

Oh, no! Your poor car!

Lauren said...

It's been one of those weeks, hasn't it?? This time, it's only a car. Another pain in the butt you didn't need, but small potatos in the grand scheme of it all.

HUGGSS!!

apositivepessimist said...

...yeah and that's the main thing sydders aye...yer dad.

but shew thats good it was a doc that hit you huh...you would expect him to at least have insurance etc...and plus you know who and where he is...lol.

angel, jr. said...

I think you can have the doc call them in now and then pick them up with proof of ID.

angel, jr. said...

I think you can have the doc call them in now and then pick them up with proof of ID.

Sydney said...

angel, not with a schedule 2 drug you can't. I had to get adderall So anyway...