Just Another Manic Monday...

Can I tell you how glad I am that this day is over? First you must understand that my daughter is like an animal let out of a cage when she doesn't have her meds.

My daughter has to go in to the Dr. every three months because of her ADHD meds. Well, last week when I called for her refills, they told me she had to come in and they didn't have any appts. available until Monday. This was lovely, seeing that she would be out of meds on Sunday, and since it's a "Controlled Substance" that also comes in a patch, and there are 30 to a box, they can't give you some to 'get you through'.

So we go this morning, as scheduled @8:45, we drive the wonderful 20 minute drive through rush hour traffic on I-4, near Orlando.



The Dr. is late. I leave the office around 10:15. I call some of the local pharmacies, and NO ONE in the area has her script, the only location is 1/2 an hour away. I needed to get a couple things at some stores that we don't have around here, so I figured I'd get what I needed and go back to the town I live in and get the script filled at the pharmacy that I TOLD to have it EVERY month (which they agreed to do.)

The shopping was, to say the least, a NIGHTMARE. I was so embarrassed by her behavior, and it fueled the youngest to act "just like my sisser."

I finally make it back to my town and go to the pharmacy. By now it's about noon. I send the script in, they look it up and find they don't have it. They said the only place that had it was 20 minutes away. Grrr. I leave and call the pharmacy I used to use, the nice lady tells me that "I can't give you that information over the phone". I promptly hang up wondering why I bothered to place the call in the first place. Really-gas is $3.40 a gallon, and I drive a truck that has the BIGGEST motor that GMC ever made. You want me to drive all the way there with my script so you can tell me you don't have it?

I decide to re-group and head home because I need to feed my children, and figured I'd make a few phone calls to some of the larger pharmacies. I called the one that's 20 minutes from me, and they had it, but I didn't really feel like another joyride across town. I decided to call Publix, which is about 3 miles from my house. PRAISE THE LORD, they had it. I pack the kids up again, and we're off to Publix. I figured I could get the rest of what was on my grocery list there, so it would be easy to blow the 20 minutes it would usually take them to fill the script. Except today, of course, it would be longer than 20 minutes. We went ALL the way around the store. We had a sample of today's Apron's meal. We went to the bakery for a cookie, my son throws a fit because there's no "sprinkles". We went to the bathroom (where my son promptly pees all over the toilet seat). Checked the pharmacy, still not done. We check out (except that they didn't have the grapes that hubs loves.) We go back to the pharmacy. Hallelujah! The script is ready!

But, by this time, it's too late to put the patch on because it takes 2 hours to work, it's 1:30 in the afternoon, school ends at 4 pm for my daughter, who CANNOT go to school with out the meds- she'd be expelled for sure. So, in the spirit of torturing myself, I make a stop at Winn-Dixie for the grapes before I head home. We walk in, and one child goes one way, and one goes the other. I just needed to get grapes. Instead, I'm the crazy mom running around yelling childrens' names like I'm herding cattle.

Moral of the story: I need drugs.  I'm off for a nice big glass of Bacardi's ya'll.