I don’t think pharmacies are supposed to be a part of the medical trauma story, but congratulations, Carelon, you made it. 

Seems amazing or sad. 

When I’m sweating with a BP of 170/90, I want them to feel it, but they won’t. 

Actions say more than words. 

It’s not healthy to keep this bottled up. I already sent them a love note once.

There’s a special place in hell for people who affect other people’s health negatively. That’s a big group of people. So, hell must be large. 

Okay, I don’t believe in hell, so…Actually, I believe that hell is here on earth. In fact, I know it is. So, no one is going to hell because we are already here. 

I would say I feel better, and I do. BUT the withdrawal of my nonaddictive, regular medicine, they could easily refill, but CHOOSE not to hasn’t started yet. I don’t do any recreational drugs (including taking “medicine” recreationally), but if you are going to hold something, hold the good stuff.

There must be a hell, right? I need there to be a hell.

Evil. Evil. Evil. 

I’m begging for them to take me out. But they want me to suffer. That’s cruel. Just end it. That’s the right thing to do. So it’s not going to happen. 

Okay. Here’s reality: It’s not that they want me to suffer. They do not care. At all. I don’t exist to most. So occasionally, I’ve got to make them realize I exist.

Not just them. Trust me. I know. But most of it is allowed. Legal hell, so we can’t complain. We wanted this. We asked for this. Some begged. 

And now they don’t like it. Well, boo freaking hoo! Sorry, things caught up. And people are paying for their ACTIONS. Not just words or wishes. ACTIONS.

Cheering on the ones who got away. You are truly blessed. Bet they had a decent pharmacy. It’s the least a person can ask for, right?

(If I notice this getting hits, of course, I will erase this. So screenshot it.)

Ignore the bold versus nonbold – means nothing.

Back to discussing puppies and ice cream soon! After the withdrawal is mostly done. It might start this Friday night. I’d rather it affect my full-time job more. Not my weekend. But I still have to work (just fewer hours). I will give them my sickest hours. They need to take one for the non-existent team!

More sleepless nights on the way. As if I need that. Thanks, beloved Pharmacy!