This is going to be short and sweet. That's because I'm typing with one hand - my head swimming with pain medicine. I'm talking the nauseating, nasty stuff that makes you wonder, "how bad could the pain be if this is the pain KILLER?" I'm thinking it might be worth the gamble at this point. Funny thing is, I would have KILLED for this kind of buzz back in the Disco days. Admit it. You too! Now, mawmaw's shuffling around the house with a walking stick in hand "just in case I swoon."
You see, there was this 'bump' on my finger that hurt. Left hand - the one I use for everything meaningful in life. And, without completely boring you, I had it removed and my finger looks like a corndog. Now, thanks to codeine, I've stepped through the looking glass to 'Nausealand' which is right next door to 'Crashville.' I don't want to say I'm drugged out on pain meds, but I woke up today and thought "Girls Gone Wild" was shooting in Cairo.
So, I stumble up to the counter - obviously frazzled, 30 minutes post-surgery. I hand my "good buddy neighborhood pharmacist" my prescription. And, this man who knows my DEDUCTIBLE says to me, "Need to see your ID." "Oh," I giggle, "Left it in the car. See I just had surgery and drove myself here. I actually know the number of my driver's license, I could just tell y..." This fella who has known my family for THOUSANDS of prescriptions says - I kid you NOT, "Gonna have to see it."
That meant going BACK out in the freezing weather, in pain, with my swollen hand to fish around in my bag to find my license. So, what did I do, you ask? Well............................ I simply showed him my bo-bo.
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