i had a psychological evaluation today. i was told things i already knew -- bipolar II & anxiety disorder. but by a doctor.
i earned a small white piece of paper which guarantees me drugs. perhaps one day i'll feel better...
that is, if the fucking idiots at eckerd could figure out whatever they need from my insurance company & give me the fucking pills! i've never seen a pharmacy so full of people unprepared to do their jobs.
after waiting 45 minutes, i stood there at the counter fuming over their idiocy & lack of customer service skills, envisioning catypulting myself over the counter separating me (grrrl in need of drugs) & them (overlords & keepers of the drugs), swinging my arms & kicking my feet, a cyclone of destruction, Viagra, Prozac & the morning-after pill flying about like bats. i imagined all of those white-coats standing about watching me in awe -->
instead, i walked out & smoked a cigarette in my car.
i am a beacon of self-control.
i earned a small white piece of paper which guarantees me drugs. perhaps one day i'll feel better...
that is, if the fucking idiots at eckerd could figure out whatever they need from my insurance company & give me the fucking pills! i've never seen a pharmacy so full of people unprepared to do their jobs.
after waiting 45 minutes, i stood there at the counter fuming over their idiocy & lack of customer service skills, envisioning catypulting myself over the counter separating me (grrrl in need of drugs) & them (overlords & keepers of the drugs), swinging my arms & kicking my feet, a cyclone of destruction, Viagra, Prozac & the morning-after pill flying about like bats. i imagined all of those white-coats standing about watching me in awe -->
instead, i walked out & smoked a cigarette in my car.
i am a beacon of self-control.
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Thank you for your comment. You're incredibly sweet.