April 22, 2010
Yesterday was a great day. Like, super great. I literally ate whatever I wanted all day (nothing bad, but I wasn’t going crazy monitoring myself either) and went to the bathroom maybe twice or 3 times. Even went specifically to pee (which I never get to do, it’s always an afterthought to the pooping- anybody else?) Probably closer to normal than I’ve gotten in a while. Sweet.
April 11, 2010
I hate pharmacies. The bureaucratic rules that govern them are completely misdirected towards making sure people don’t have access to drugs they don’t need (even though what drugs somebody buys is nobody’s business but their own and their doctor’s), rather than towards making sure nobody who really needs them will have to go without. What pharmacies don’t seem to understand is that their customers 99% of the time are depending on the drugs they get in order to sustain some part of their lives. Most of us suffer some significant hardship if we go for a couple of days without our drugs, and the pharmacy just shrugs their shoulders and tells us to suck it up. They need to start taking personal responsibility for the well being of their customers. I’m sorry you have a hard job. I’m sorry everybody is always mad at you. But you must understand that there is something more at stake here than whether or not we get to have our favorite cookies when we want them, and the pharmacy making us jump through hoops to get what we need makes us a little testy and you should be a little more understaning. If I don’t get my drugs, all of them, on time, every day, I spend maybe an hour more of my day running to the bathroom rather than doing the things I’m supposed to be doing with my life, like passing my finals and doing my job. And of course, if I have to get up 3 times in the middle of the night, that leaves not only less time but significantly less energy for me to do these things. That’s what is at stake here, buddy, so I don’t need your contempt when I ask you when I can expect you to get me my drugs.
It’s been 2 days without my suppository. Obviously, I’m not feeling too good. And to top it all off, I’m coming down with something.
April 7, 2010
As a kid faced with the problem of only being allowed one treat, ice cream or a lollipop, the perfectly logical answer seemed to be this: I’ll have the ice cream now, and then save the lollipop for after the next time I go to the bathroom. That way the ice cream is gone, and I can move on to my next treat.
My mom didn’t think so.