I’m so aggravated!

I went to Walmart earlier today.  First mistake.  I almost always get aggravated when I make the wrong choice to go to the store in order to combine my household and grocery shopping.  It ALWAYS takes too long (because I’m in the same building, it just aggravates me all the more).

So, everything is going along ok… picking through the clothing rack for P a sweater (I hate shopping for clothes), searching for forever for a rechargeable battery for my camera, remembering to drop off my perscriptions (2) and knowing it’s not a problem that it will take an hour to fill (after all, $4 each… that ain’t bad), stopping for a visit with the fish (M always knows when we are in the vicinity of fish tanks), then heading over to the other side to get my groceries.  Oh yeah, reminding S that he has some consumer math he’s been hounding me about for weeks that he has to do while we are there.

Spent… take a deep breath Tammy………..

3 hours in that store!!! ARGH!  But still, expected… I’ll send the kids out to the car to pack the trunk and get M into her carseat while I go pick up my scripts.  And, oh yeah, I want some drixoral too.  So the lady behind the counter finally finds my large bag (it contains boxes of albuterol for the nebulizer in case I need it), grabs a box of drixoral off the counter and proceeds to have me sign half a million things on those blasted little machines (how can they even tell that’s my signature???).  I need to see your drivers license.  Oh yeah, I think, and konk myself on the forehead like that V8 commercial for not remembering that.  Shuffle through my change purse looking for my id, cause I’ve sent my purse proper to the car with the kiddoes.  It’s not in there.  I have half a dozen other cards with my name emblazoned all over them, but none of that will do.  It has to be a drivers license. 

Which, I know all of this.  I’ve been on sudafed it seems like my entire life, so I’m familiar with the new restrictions.  But it still bugs the total tar out of me.  I had to go out to the car to get my id, wait in line again, sign all the insurance, privacy policy and everything else bologna again and show that blasted id to get my sudafed laced drixoral.  One box, mind you.  And that’s all I can have for the month (never mind that there are four of us in this home that can take the stuff).  What I want to know is, why do I have to show my id for something that doesn’t take a perscription from a doctor, but not for a doctor controlled substance.  How do they know I’m the person on that perscription?  They don’t.  They don’t even care if I am.

I ALWAYS despise the hoops I have to go through for sudafed.  I know there’s a meth problem.  But, ya’ know what?  I don’t cook the stuff, buy or sell the stuff or take the stuff.  And what’s more, I think anybody who does is beyond stupid.  Yes, I completely understand the depths, while thankfully not having to have been there, that people get pushed to and turn to these things.  I understand that there are addictions and an addiction is not something you just choose to walk away from.

BUT…  how to put this… I don’t care!!  Decide what the punishment is going to be for these people who cook/sale/take this stuff and deal with them.  Not me.  I don’t need to be punished for someone else’s bad choices.

I had one lady behind a different pharmacy counter argue with me one time that anything that would save one teenager from getting hooked on this stuff is the right step to take.  Uh, no.  If  they want it, they’re going to get it.  If one of my children were ever so stupid as to so thoughtlessly throw their life away like that I believe I would beat the tar out of them, forcefully stick them in a rehab clinic and give them something that they could complain to their phsychiatrist about.  It would make me madder than a hornet.  And if there was anyone that I found out sold them the stuff, I would do everything in my power to see that person put away in a prison for a very.. long.. time.

So what’s next?  Are they going to find out that some stupid person out there has devised a way to make my artificial sweetner a high maker and start carding me for that?  How about glue or spray paint or hairspray or that stuff you use to unlock your frozen car door locks in the winter?  What else can my government decide it is in my best interest to save me and mine from??

And to beat it all, I didn’t even make it home with my other perscription for lyvoxil.  I know that clerk is going to cringe to see me coming ( I do feel sorry for her… not her fault her representatives are stupid…).