Greetings,

Each time I get my meds from the pharmacy, I cross my fingers, say a prayer to the godess, say another prayer, pretend that I am not one total freak out away from being locked up .. . .

9 times out of 10 everything runs smoothly. But if one little thing is different from the procedure, -- like if the pharmacy tech asks me a different question from usual -- I start to get anxiety.

Last Monday I did not have the right insurance card because my work changed insurance.
Today I found the card in my piles of paper work and went back but the pharmacist said it wasn't accepted at that pharmacy.
I tried to act sweet and pathetic and assured him that it was accepted at his store.

Then he went to the computer while I stood behind the counter forever.

Eventually he came back to the register, said the card was good, and rang up my two bottles: $30.

When I come home from the pharmacy I feel like I am coming home from the wars -- blessed to be in one piece.
I feel like I fight little and big battles everyday to stay more or less stable.

It would be sooooooooo much different if I could fight these battles and end up feeling GOOD.
Now that would be nice. Nice for all of us.
That is my wish. That we all feel good someday soon.

Mari