Yesterday I went to pick up my meds and while I was there I handed the pharmacist my prescription for my ADD medication and she was like “Sorry, I can’t fill this one. We can only fill prescriptions within 21 days of them being written” and I guess I can understand that but I’ve been walking around with this prescription for a month because I’m not really focused enough to remember to refill my meds if I’m out of my ADD meds and the pharmacist was like, “Yes, but you’ll still have to get a new one” and that sucks because first of all, the fact that I’m making my meds last long enough that my next prescription expired proves that I’m not abusing them or selling them on the street, so if anything I should be rewarded by getting more drugs. Plus, now I have to make an appointment to see my shrink to get another prescription and I’ll have to tell her I kept getting too distracted to fill the prescription that I insisted that I needed because my ADD was making me too distracted.
But technically she already knows I’m irresponsible and have ADD so really it’ll probably just make her happier that she’s doing an excellent job diagnosing me.
Although she’s not really doing that great if she actually expected that I was going to fill my prescription myself within a normal time limit. I suspect it’s a test and I failed it. Or she did. Maybe we did as a team. I’m not good at evaluating right now because I’m low on ADD meds.
Someone please make an appointment for me with my shrink. And remind me to get her to call in my meds this time. And then take me to the pharmacist to get my meds before they call me with that ” YOUR PRESCRIPTION HAS BEEN READY FOR WEEKS AND IF YOU DON’T PICK IT UP SOON WE’LL RESTOCK IT. YOU ARE WASTING OUR TIME” message. And then bring me a cheesecake. And take me to the post office. And make me drink more water.
Jesus. I need a babysitter. For me.
I blame the meds. Or lack thereof.
PS. I don’t have a graphic to go with this post so instead I’ll show you the business cards I made for myself.
Please note that I forgot to put my name on them or a website or even what FURIOUSLY HAPPY is. I think it’s pretty obvious I made them without the benefit of drugs. Or possibly it seems more obvious that I am on drugs if I made business cards with Rory’s taxidermied raccoon face on them. Depends on the kind of drugs, I guess. But! You can do this with them:
They would come in much more handy if I ever left the house long enough to give out business cards, but at least I have some now, so…you know…baby steps.