Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to pick up some prescriptions. This is a monthly outing at my house. It is usually a difficult task that I don’t look forward to, because it includes dragging three children in and out of the car and putting on shoes that have been taken off for the seventh time and trying to keep track of three extra people who want to run in three different directions and saying, “no, we’re not buying that today…stop touching the plungers…no, we’re only here for the medicine…no, I’m NOT buying you that right now…” until I’m blue in the face, only to rush out the door, hold a bunch of hands through the parking lot and buckle squirmy bodies into their seats. It’s a simple task, seemingly, yet it exhausts me just thinking about it.
So, yesterday, I went through this ordeal, and got to the counter and the woman only handed me one bottle (which is less than is normally handed to me), so I said, “Is this everything?” After checking on the handy computer, she assured me that this was all she had for me, and I paid and left.
Now, I realize that she didn’t give me my ADD meds. What do they expect from me? How is a person with a brain that is scattered to begin with supposed to enter into a pharmacy in the chaos of dealing with life as a mother of three and remember that I am there for my ADD meds? Seriously. They should be watching out for people like me. I should have a sign around my neck that reads, “please remind me to take my ADD medication” because they tell you your neurons are misfiring and then actually expect you to remember to put the little pill in your mouth. It’s too much to ask.
I still haven’t made it back to the pharmacy…tomorrow is another day.
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8 comments:
I feel for ya! I had to take my 3 into a copy store AND a grocery store today. What torture! You know what I kept saying over and over to them? "Stop spinning around. Stop dancing and walk in a straight line next to mom." They act like their inebriated sometimes. And I was talking to the 8-year-old, not the 3 or 5.
Maybe you could get your prescriptions mailed to you?
If ADD is the price for the amazing creativity and beauty I am distracted by on the right-hand side of your blog--I'll take it! Those are exquisite! Did I spell that right?
uuugh...i know this crazy store ordeal you speak of! sometimes it is near impossible to get the simplest of tasks done with little one(s) in tow. hope today's trip is more successful for you :)
I laughed out loud at this one. As a mother of three (5,4, and 19 months) I can relate!!! I go to the pharmacy each month to pick up my anti-anxiety medication. I feel like taking the whole bottle by the time we are headed to the car. The last time we went the pharmacy, my 4-year-old broke the "please wait here" sign. Good luck on your next visit!
I love this picture- and your little ADD self.
Great great picture!!!
I love reading the experiences of all you mommy's because it brings up so many memories for me and I find myself smiling all the time.
My husband has ADD and I understand your dilemma :)
love to you sweetie,
xxx darlene
three little ones in the store... I soooo know what you mean!
Best of luck when you go back to the pharmacy.
xoxo
Georgia
Ha ha, "please remind me to take my ADD medication". That was funny! I would make you one but it wouldn't be creative enough and you'd just have to re-do it with all your fancy dancy do dads and gizmos and it would just end up being another thing on your list to do. So, instead, we'll just laugh about it!! ha ha
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