Someone remind me to just SHUT UP when I'm feeling all smug and happy about myself, ok?

OK.

Same mechanism - that of putting shit off until the very last minute - just bit me in the ass today.

About a month ago, I had a doctor's appointment and got refills for my various prescriptions. I tucked the script sheets in the car and promptly forgot to take them to the pharmacy.

Last night, I noticed that my Severent Disk was on its last blister. No problem, thinks me. I'll take the scripts in today and get them filled. Right?

Yeah, right.

We couldn't find the damn scripts. The best I can come up with is that Kevin threw them away by accident cleaning the car out about two weeks ago.

So.... I call my doctor to see if he'll call in the scripts for me.

My doctor is... on vacation until the 31st.

The message on the phone line says that someone will be in the office Monday and Wednesday of this week from 8 - 12 (it's now 1:20pm) and then not until the 28th.

Great.

So I have to go to the Patient First today and sit in a doctor's office for almost two hours so that someone who doesn't know me can go through my entire medical history with me, listen to my chest and say "You're not wheezing."

Like, no shit, pal. I take my medication regularly.

In any case, I finally got home from getting the scripts written, grocery shopping, picking up my medication, et el.

And people think I'm too hard on myself? Well, this is why. Every time I think I might be doing something right, I immediately get slapped for it. Easier to think I always do things wrong and then if things work out, I can be pleasantly surprised.