When I went in to the doctor on Monday, she gave me a prescription for an antibiotic to take just in case this "viral" thing didn't clear up in a few days. Last night at 12:30 as I was shuffling through the cabinet looking for the ibuprofen becuase my throat hurt so badly, I decided it was time to go back to the doctor. All I wanted was a z-pack to knock this crap out of my system. So, this morning I dug through my backpack to find the prescription for the antibiotic so I'd at least have something to get me through until I get in to see good ole Doc.
My husband was standing in the kitchen, and I was asking if he'd fill my script since he had today off. He's a sweetheart and said he would. Then I found the paper and actually read the darn thing. Behold! One prescription for a Z-Pack! I uttered a dirty word and told him what I had in my hand. He looked at me and gave me one of those looks. Then he said, "You've had a prescription for a z-pack since MONDAY?" I ducked my head and said, "Yeah. BUT she said I wasn't supposed to take until today anyway, so it doesn't matter, thanks for filling my script, gotta go, love ya, bye!" And with that I made a mad dash out the door.
Should have read the prescription on Monday....
2 comments:
I do that..
"Don't refer to this unless..."
So I don't look at it until I need it and then I realize that having read something made the task at end infinitely easier.
-Chris
Weather Moose
PS - I blogged cause you commanded me.
I think it falls in that category with not reading the instructions until you've exhausted every other means of assembling something and even the beer hasn't helped. Who needs instructions????
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