It's going to be a rough ride

(This was supposed to be posted last evening, but no computer because we were basement dwellers when tornadoes started skipping around town. Three touch downs did some real property damage nearby. We are safe and sound, though.)

Anyone who crosses me in the next two days may have a story of their own to tell. I admit it, I am a junkie and I am having major withdrawal symptoms. I wake about 5:00 and go right for my stash of pretzel crisps, those flat little salty munchies dipped in dark chocolate. I make myself a hot flavored tea and delight in my four little chocolate morsels, as I peruse social media.

I've been on a light diet since Monday: a slice of white bread, a scrambled egg and one chicken nugget, two glazed donuts, white soda and a mug of broth. From here on out it's liquids only. I am having a routine colonoscopy.

We went to the pharmacy to fill the prescription but my insurance card would not work. The pharmacist called the insurance company. They said the card was not active. After one hour and fifteen minutes of phone tag with MY cell phone in the pharmacist's ear for half an hour, they finally resolved the computer glitch.
While we waited seventy-five minutes, we observed all sorts of customers, some more interesting than others.

WHY was that middle age woman wearing a pretty, orange eyelet blouse and slacks with enormous, waffle stomper brogands? Was she a factory worker? A brawler? A clown?

The elderly lady wearing the lime green, open weave sweater was either experiencing Youth Part ll, or she was a former show girl, as she was showing a little too much.

The man with the moon pie shaped face was obviously on Prednisone, and I said a prayer for him.

The store manager, with his big nose high in the air and a superior attitude over his employees, was three feet out of range of my foot or I'd have tripped him and brought him down a notch or two.

The little four year old boy who sassed his mama, then saw me watching him with my "teacher look", refused to look at me when he walked by and kept his head down.

The mother who came in with two sick children was much nicer than I would have been if the pharmacist had told me, "We don't have these THREE in stock, but I can order them and have them by tomorrow."

The kids were sick NOW. I can remember being a young mom with ill children. I could only imagine that poor mother's rough night ahead. I'd have demanded the pharmacy order on the spot from another of the chain's pharmacies.

I almost lost it when my prescription was filled and they stated the amount. $90 for a plastic jug and a packet of sludge removal granules ... with a packet of aspartame! to add to the jug (for flavor?). 

I dare say, the pharmaceutical industry has us by the hiney.