Time Is Not Mine

Today has been quite an eventful day.

It began with a visit to the new psychiatrist. She prescribed me some Zoloft. Says she wants to keep me on it for at least a year. She wanted me to start it today, so I had to run to the drug store to get the prescription filled. It was 11:30. They said it would be ready between 1:00 and 1:30. So I went home and ordered some Chinese.

The food was supposed to be ready by 1:20. When I got to the restaurant to pick up my [less than] delicious meal, the hostess told me they hadn't received my order. Their fax machine was out of paper (obviously this didn't matter to them), and three other orders shot out before mine did. Wow. They're a great establishment. I'll certainly [NOT] be returning to give them more of my business.

Anyway, so I left for the drug store to pick up my pills. I got there at 1:30, and they hadn't even begun to fill the prescription. Oh yeah, and I had a doctor's appointment that I had to be at by 2:10. Rush! So I wait for about ten more minutes for them to fill that and get me checked out. Then I race back to the Chinese joint and grab my meal. It didn't taste as good as I thought it would be, but it wasn't too bad.

By now it's almost 2:00 and I still have to find a parking spot on campus. Ugh. Luckily I found a 30 minute spot pretty close to the clinic and was able to make my appointment. The stink part was that I got there early, and the doctor didn't see me until 2:50. She prescribed me some steroids and muscle relaxers for my back. I thought for sure I'd have a parking ticket ($50--eep!), but I got lucky. Thank goodness.

Long story short, I'm now on a total of five prescriptions; and I'm seeing two counselors, a psychiatrist, and a physical therapist. Time is not mine.