I have finally recieved my much needed prescriptions. With my previous insurance the three that I picked up would have cost me fifteen dollars, with my new insurance it cost me almost fifty. I wanted to strangle the girl who rang me up and then throw her body at the man working at the register next to her. The girl had an annoying voice and wouldn't stop twirling her hair and the man had more hair on his arms than Robin Williams.
I remember my last trip to the doctors when he gave me the medications. Two of them are for sleep because five hours of broken sleep hasn't been cutting it for the past two months. One of the medications is a powerful sedative and with two major overdoses in my past he gave me a serious look and said, "Don't overdoes on this, you will stop breathing." I just shook my head, fighting the urge to reply, "Good job, doc. I never would have known that information had you not told me. It will surely be a gold nugget in the back of my mind." I do like my doctor but after his little sprinkle of knowledge, he might as well have handed me a gun and fucked himself up the ass watching the stupid diplomas on the walls melt away. It really bothers me when smart people say stupid things.
