Shelf.

Despite saying they'd have it for me on Friday, the Bad Pharmacy continued to not cough up my gabapentin. So, scheduled to run out of it on Monday, I elected to take myself to the pharmacy to ask why. (Because that's the day when Belovedest works later than the pharmacy is open.)

I crankily barged through the self-checkout area to get to the pharmacy. The pharmacy guy who usually has the nice pins on his lanyard was there, and was quite agreeable to make that prescription happen. I allowed as how the new entry/exit gate system was the last straw, and asked how one goes about switching pharmacies in bulk. He explained. I mentioned that my new pharmacy is where his former colleague landed, and suggested that maybe I'd see him there someday.

Instead of going straight home, I recalled that I was low on sugar-preserved cherries and almonds, so I hit up WinCo. And having got what I'd came for, I noticed that the motorized cart had started beeping. So I asked a nearby Store Guy how to shift the thing into Shove Mode.

... Turns out, that model of Amigo motorized grocery cart does not have a freewheel mode. Balls. Someone from the front end eventually came up in a fresh(er) cart. So we made an amusing parade heading towards the front end: me, taking it slow because I just saw that the new cart was low bars, and her, doing what she described as "Flintstones-ing it" back to the front end. Which, fair. And then mine started to beep, and then there were the two of us doing the same thing. She caught up to me where I was halted in the extremely long line for checkout.

And eventually the line got shorter, after the call for all front end to the front end went out, and more people opened checkout lanes.

I called Nora back after I got home, and I mended the torn blue-with-magenta sundress, and then fixed the design flaw in the otherwise-lovely Holy Clothing gown (the one with the ribbons up the back, and the flap that's meant to keep you from showing too much back, except unless it's ironed and someone else laces you up, it doesn't...)

Then I assembled the shelf we got at IKEA, the one meant for the bedroom next to my side of the bed, and I was able to turn An Pile into an orderly set of things on a shelf.


Today, I was lightly double booked, but fortunately there are two drivers available! So I went off to Seattle on my own. I'd selected a new audiobook for the journey, something fluffy and murder-y with magic in. On the way out I passed two of the neighborhood Ladies out for a peck; they looked to be fine, glossy birds with lovely tails.

Mr. Fabulous at the front desk wasn't on duty today. I discovered that not only had he won a prestigious workplace award, but he was the first to win it. Good for him!! My port access went nearly OK. The first sample tube was dripping tooooo slowly, so the nice nurse (much nicer than my aunt-by-marriage of the same name) flushed it again, more vigorously, and then everything was fine.

I sat by myself in the waiting room for Dr. Bitsblobs, but I was quickly inundated by a chatty grandmother who was there with her husband and a granddaughter who had been brought along for the purpose of demonstrating that actually Grandpa's appointments aren't Terrible, just the process of getting There and Back Again is pretty exhausting. She drew me into the conversation. (I was not fully unwilling, but neither did I require entertainment.) The other person in the seating group, who had been the initial party to the conversation, discovered a need for the bathroom; when she came back into the waiting area, she and her book went quietly to another seating group, one with one of the raised chairs. The granddaughter briefly showed enthusiasm when the topic of hair coloring came up; she's to get a lovely and subtle grey situation. (Otherwise she seemed like she'd really prefer to be many other places with various other people, several of whom were contained in her phone.)

My appointment time came, and someone retrieved me. We went over my meds, and then she popped out to let Dr. Bitsblobs know I was ready. And I waited.
And waited.

And waited.

I did those of my physical therapy exercises that were possible to do in the exam room.

I finished the recommended number of steps per hour my watch prompted me about, and found the longest way to go back and forth in the room.

The assistant popped back in to say that Dr. Bitsblobs was attending a Situation with another patient -- not quite an emergency, but --

...Ahhhhh.

So I waited, in a more sanguine frame of mind.

I popped out for the bathroom, and naturally when I emerged, there Dr. Bitsblobs was. And we went over my test results -- kidney numbers going back in the direction we'd want them to be, and the kidneys themselves were not tender when prodded.

I was about five minutes late for my infusion, which was literally at 4:20. They hadn't noticed that I was late until I mentioned it. I got a little reading and crocheting in. And then I got a sandwich on my way home.

There was one aggressive driver with sinisterly low-energy headlights who followed too close, and another very large truck that also got too close. I got out of the way of the truck, and then Low Headlights got behind me. They eventually pulled around, rather aggressively. I was glad to see the last of them.


Tomorrow I have some vague plans but nothing that can't be pushed aside if I just need more sleep.