Stream of Consciousness

Thoughts on my way to and from the doctor this morning:

I don't know how I feel about having to turn on a road named after a prize-winning cow in order to get to my doctor's office.

I still can't pronounce my doctor's name.  It is long and Indian and starts with an S.  In my head I call her "Sand-a-var."  Pretty sure that's not right.

Starting today I've added the following to my routine:  a stronger antibiotic, new ear drops, Mucinex DM (since I had to stop breastfeeding anyway), steroids, AND A SHOT IN THE BUTT.  They gave me a shot.  In the butt.  Actually, they said "hip," but that's a lame medical euphemism.

The pharmacy told me it would take 30 minutes to have my prescription filled.  It took an hour and a half.  I managed to keep my impulse-buying under $30.  (Those awesome Sterilite storage tubs were on sale.)  I consider this a great success.

I'm pretty sure that after this morning, you'll be able to find my sickly, hung over-looking, pajama-clad self on the People of Wal-Mart website.  I'm the lady in the pharmacy line with a cart full of storage tubs.  In my defense, I SHOULD have been out of there by 9 before anyone had a chance to see me.

I am SO OVER being sick.