Me: So it's snowing where you are already, am I right?
Pharmacist: Yeah.
Me: They're hyping it up to be a blizzard--so what's it like??
Pharmacist: .... Well.... It's a blizzard.
Crap.
To make matters even more super-fantastic, I've been encumbered with the rhino virus from HELL this week, and I'm producing nasal secretions from both my nose and my throat that could choke a mammal much larger than myself. In fact, I am so impressed by what my lungs have produced that I save it in a cup to admire later. Mike doesn't appreciate this practice of mine so much, but I'm nothing if not a huge nerd deep down inside.
I was supposed to have three technicians helping me out on Wednesday, during the aftermath of the blizzard, and exactly ONE showed up just after three o'clock. I think I got five phone calls before lunch, three of which were from each of my technicians whining about how they couldn't get out of their driveways. You know what I have to say about that? DIG YOUR CAR OUT LIKE I DID. You call yourself a Michigander?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED! But people still expect to be able to get their drugs, even after a weather crisis, and I'm the one with the keys to the Happy Drug Room. Ironically, not a single doctor's office in Lansing was open that day. So much for providing an essential service, huh?
Luckily I have today off and I'm spending it trying to cough up the rest of the Death which has lodged itself in my respiratory tract. The physical capacity of my sinus cavities has impressed even me. I'm still in a state of drug-induced grogginess from the ONE HALF TABLET of Benadryl I took over 16 hours ago, and even the happy cough syrup that the druggies at work seek is looking pretty good to me right about now.
But the purple kind only, because I'm allergic to that red dye you know. *eyeroll*