So I had all these good intentions. And then I slept like the dead. I fell out of bed when I got up at 7 to shoot the cat because I'd been so stationary as to put one leg to sleep. Then I went back to bed. And woke up in the same position. At 1 pm. I guess I was tired?

I overslept by an hour plus (sorry Ozzie) and now am watching SPN until the 4th and 5th load of laundry are done, at which point I will probably figure out how to take a nap even though all my clean clothes in piles are on the bed.

I had a really stupid cashier at the Brooks Pharmacy, who let me know that you have to purchase (red) Sudafed back at the pharmacy counter by ringing up all my purchases except the Sudafed, and leaving it sitting on the counter as she bagged them up and handed me the receipt.

No, "Oh, I'm sorry -- the Sudafed can only be purchased in the back" before she started ringing things up, or for that matter when she discovered it. Just left it lying there.

I don't know if I'm entirely right to be irate... but I've spent enough time as a cashier and shopgirl-in-general to know that customers make mistakes all the time. When I pointed out that she should have mentioned that the Sudafed was not available at the front, she was all "But it's PRINTED on the slip right there" which in my book isn't what you say to a customer to excuse your own mistake.

(I should have looked closer at the slip, but in my defense I usually go to CVS.. and guess where CVS now puts the Sudafed -- behind the front, i.e. non-pharmacy counter.)

If she's pointed it out to me, I could have taken all my purchases to the back, made only one transaction, and probably taken less time with the entire thing.

Afterwards, I treated myself to some retail therapy over in Davis Square, while I was dropping off clothes at the Good Will and picking up cat food at the vet's -- I dropped into Poor Little Rich Girl which has expanded to a much larger storefront for all its consignments and vintavge clothing and bought a red embroidered jacket, a nice black turtleneck, and a deep blue-purple alpaca yarn sweater. So I still have slightly LESS junk than I started out with....

Wait, so the red Sudafed was available in the aisles, but they'll only let the pharmacist ring it up for the law abiding people, but still leave it on display for the druggies to steal for their meth making?

I am feeling better. Practically pain free. My folks are coming over tonight to visit and help with the kids so I can continue to take it easy. This injection needs to last at least six months or I fear the alternate options.

Thank goodness. Cashmere, if it's only what the insurace will cover that's limiting your access to this shot, is it at all affordable, such that you could pay out of pocket a couple of times between now and six months from now?

I'm glad you're feeling better and that your parents are there to help you out, while Christopher is gone.

No, what they do now with the real (red) Sudafed is they have coupon thingies hanging where the Sudafed boxes would be (in a more reasonable universe where we had effective anti-drug procedures, but I digress) in the aisles, and you take it up to the counter.

But in the CVS, it's behind the upfront counters with the cigarettes, et cetera, and in the Brooks, it's back in the pharmacy. And in both places you have to SIGN a register. Because if you buy more than three packages of Sudafed a month, you might have a meth lab at home.

::rolls eyes forever::

I may have been a wee bit short with that cashier, but damn, that was shabby customer service.

Cash, what Cindy said about affording the shot if possible. When you tote up all the extra money you'd spend on ibuprofen, the amount of time you'll be unable to function and all, it might be a good idea to try to skimp on a few inessentials so that Wife and Mom can feel better....

No, what they do now with the real (red) Sudafed is they have coupon thingies hanging where the Sudafed boxes would be (in a more reasonable universe where we had effective anti-drug procedures, but I digress) in the aisles, and you take it up to the counter.

She definitely should have informed you of the policy, and not been so darned rude, when you asked a question. I just thought they were being extra-special stupid.

I hear from a mutual friend that Narrator is safe.

Aren’t I usually?

When I looked reckless up in the dictionary, there was no picture next to it at all, so naturally, you sprang immediately to mind.

Anyway, it was cute. As was he. Me, not so much, but next time I fall into bed at 9 o'clock I'll try to remember to put on something nicer.

It's always the cute ones who come to the door when one is wearing the comfy jammies.