no flower, no time
I ran out of one of my meds. I erred. But my doctor person has a policy. When you're out, you're out. She won't refill until she sees you.
So I had an appointment for tomorrow but they canceled it and gave me one for 4 today. But we needed to give Brian Terrell a ride to his talk. So we went early to my appointment. But we waited for an hour. 4 came and went. At 4:40 I was like, we can't wait anymore.
But my other appointment was canceled, and there was no way to re-get it. So we talked with the desk people, and they were upset with me. But it's ridiculous. If a 4 appointment means nothing.
So we were driving away and a worker ran out into the parking lot, waving for us to stop. "Martha will see you right now," she said.
So I returned to the office. Martha took a while wrestling with her computer to do the refills. And she wrote them out on paper in case the pharmacy didn't get them. I was like, holy shit, Brian Terrell. Time ticked.
I was back in the car and felt so bad. We were going to be way late. Brian was supposed to be at the community center at 5:30. But it was almost 5 and we weren't home yet. And rush hour traffic. And blame.
I txted Brian Terrell while Ming drove. I was anxious.
When we finally arrived at home, Brian smiled at me. I don't think he hates me. I said, "Good luck. You're going to do great! So sorry."
So now he must have just started his talk. Hopefully not too frazzled. I had wanted to give him a flower for his buttonhole on his shirt but that didn't happen.
So I had an appointment for tomorrow but they canceled it and gave me one for 4 today. But we needed to give Brian Terrell a ride to his talk. So we went early to my appointment. But we waited for an hour. 4 came and went. At 4:40 I was like, we can't wait anymore.
But my other appointment was canceled, and there was no way to re-get it. So we talked with the desk people, and they were upset with me. But it's ridiculous. If a 4 appointment means nothing.
So we were driving away and a worker ran out into the parking lot, waving for us to stop. "Martha will see you right now," she said.
So I returned to the office. Martha took a while wrestling with her computer to do the refills. And she wrote them out on paper in case the pharmacy didn't get them. I was like, holy shit, Brian Terrell. Time ticked.
I was back in the car and felt so bad. We were going to be way late. Brian was supposed to be at the community center at 5:30. But it was almost 5 and we weren't home yet. And rush hour traffic. And blame.
I txted Brian Terrell while Ming drove. I was anxious.
When we finally arrived at home, Brian smiled at me. I don't think he hates me. I said, "Good luck. You're going to do great! So sorry."
So now he must have just started his talk. Hopefully not too frazzled. I had wanted to give him a flower for his buttonhole on his shirt but that didn't happen.
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