I was proud of myself today. I actually went into a Walgreens store and purchased just what I went in for. Those who know me best know that is quite a feat. It’s not my fault they always have my favorite candy 3/$3, or that they carry lots of miscellaneous shiny merchandise. Blame Walgreens! Every time I’m in one, I succumb to the sweet siren’s call from those center islands, a virtual pirate’s booty of brightly colored and otherwise enticing products. And who hasn’t gone into a Walgreens store during Halloween and been automatically, magnetically drawn to their holiday aisle? Well?
Anyway I was there to fill a prescription after my annual visit to my doctor. By the way, as much as I enjoy shopping at Walgreens, their pharmacies usually suck. This one was OK. No problems. No trying to charge me full price without going through my insurance. And the people were really nice… But I digress. I was visiting my Ob/Gyn for the first time in a year, as is customary, but it was also my first visit since Doodles got sick. I didn’t realize what an upsetting experience it would be until I was there. I’d already read Pinwheels and Poppies’s post My Tale of Baldness, Bliss, Magic, and Cheese Sandwiches. in the waiting room, and I wanted to call my husband and admonish him for letting me go there alone. Although I knew he was at the hospital with Doodles.
I go in the back and right away I’m recalling our many visits there during my pregnancy. I try my hardest to hold it together until the nurse and I are in the exam room and she asks the inevitable question “How’s the baby?” This is when I broke down, babbling that he wasn’t well and explaining the situation. (If you’re just tuning in, you can catch up here.) Of course she was very comforting and understanding and concerned, but I still felt like a big blubbering dummy. I get through the exam all right and when I’m leaving, the nurse at the front desk asks me the same question. I try to hold it in, but again I’m overcome with emotion and again she is very understanding and concerned and what not.
Later I texted my husband about it. The conversation went like this:
“They asked me how AJ was and I lost it.”
“Who asked? The doctor’s office?”
“The nurses. They were like ‘Oh how’s the baby?’ and I was like ‘Not good.’ And they’re like ‘Why?’ then I just started balling. I felt like an idiot.”
‘Why? People cry.”
“I know. And it’s the Ob/Gyn. They prob have preggies in there balling all the time.”
* Yes, that is an exact transcript. All of my text messages are perfectly grammatically correct.
On the way back to the hospital I stop at the above mentioned Walgreens to fill a prescription. To my delight, a spot on the end near the curb was free. I parked there thinking it would be easier to pull out since people have a tendency to want to park their cars as close to my car as possible. All was well until this happened-
Some jackhole parked his big friggin’ work truck in a spot behind where I parked, blocking me in. As soon as I saw it I said some words aloud that I won’t reproduce here, but let’s just say they are NSFW. Then I see the driver walking to the truck and I assume that he is going to get in and go. I wait a few seconds then realize he isn’t going anywhere. He is jerking around with a styrofoam ice chest in his truck and talking on the phone. At this point I decide I can maybe fit, but I was too close to the curb (irony!) and unable to get out due to his stupid truck being there. I then exit my vehicle and stand there with the door open where he can see I am obviously waiting for him to get a move on. About a minute passes and I decide I’ve had enough so I start to walk over to tell him something when he gets in his truck and starts to back out. I don’t know that he actually noticed I was walking that way, but I like to think he did and decided to move because I am so super intimidating.
*The above text transcript is just a dramatization. The words are the same but the grammar has been edited for effect (affect?). Meh.