August 16, 2004

It has been such a long hot day.

I wanna die now.
My docs office (the one in the ghetto) called this morning to tell me the doc wants me to take a different muscle relaxer and that the pharmacy out there, has it filled already and I need to come get it.
Ugh. So off I go.
2 buses later, I arrive only to find the pharmacy people on lunch break.
For an hour.
So I'm like totally starving and the little store on the corner was making something that smelled so good.
I asked the plump short black woman with graying hair what she's cooking because it smells fabulous.
She laughed at me and said fried chicken.
For $3.45 I had 10 of the hugest fried chicken wings I have ever had in my whole life.
And were they good?
Oh honey, I think I may take trips to the docs more often. Shit that was fucking fantastic.
Mmmm, mmff. Yum.
Got my new pills and headed back home on my 2 buses and several hours later trip and went to the store cuz I know i forgot stuff yesterday and got home at 4:30 sweaty, tired and feeling like I was hit by a truck.
I'm going to take my new meds and get something to snack on and rest.