I woke up to day two of a migraine… and an empty box of my prescription for it. Not that the prescription works miracles, but it does make getting off the couch possible after a couple of hours of napping. Minus the medicine, the day is pretty much dedicated to lying in the dark. Which isn’t very realistic with a 5 year old home from school for summer.
I managed to eat a little cereal but decided to forgo any coffee… rather than risk it making me even sicker while at the pool for Kaitlyn’s swimming lesson. After she frustrated her teacher for a half hour (she can’t seem to understand that one doesn’t bend her arms while swimming the backstroke)… I dragged her to the pharmacy.
I’d finally found my prescription but was fairly certain that the French scribbles indicated I had one refill for the migraine medicine. (one? What was that doctor thinking?) And I’d filled it. Still, I had to try. So I showed the prescription to the lady at the pharmacy and said I wasn’t sure if I had more. Non. So I asked if they have something else I could take. Certainly a pharmacy would be a good place to find something to relieve the pain. Yes, they have lots but she wouldn’t know what to recommend. Since I was beginning to think severing my head was a viable solution, I didn’t care what she recommended. I tried to tell her that I didn’t have anything. Somehow, she thought I meant I didn’t have any money. Maybe poor people go into the pharmacy all the time begging for migraine pills. I assured her I could PAY for the bills… if she would just offer to SELL me some.
I didn’t really understand the next thing she said. But she got a box of the prescription medicine and rang it up for me.
When I go to the doctor I’ll have to ask her just how that happened. And just how it was she thought to only give me one refill in the first place.
Hopefully when she gave you the refill, the box said you had one refill left. Now that would be handy.