A funny thing happened on the way to filling my BCP prescription today.... I handed over my form, went back about 15 mins later ... and they had lost it. Totally. Lost. My. Prescription.
Now, I'm very, very big on signs. After about 10 minutes of the seven chemist staff looking high and low, and me spelling out my last name, maiden name, and middle name, just for good measure ... I started to tear up, thinking... "Is this my sign? After all the bullshit waiting - now I can't even fill a simple prescription? Should I just give up now, slink into the Katoomba fog and delete my blog and plan an overseas trip and apply for that big job, Mr TC wouldn't mind either way as his kid quota is well and truly done; I can't believe this, WTF!!" I nearly ran over to the head honcho to yell "LISTEN HERE - THIS IS FOR IVF - IV FUCKING F AND I HAD TO WAIT 3 YEARS TO GET HERE. THIS IS NOT FOR BIRTH CONTROL IT IS FOR BIRTH!! WHERE IS MY FREAKING PRESCRIPTION!!!"
Half an hour later - I left, calmed down with a coffee, then went back - they found it, it had slipped behind the computer. Crisis averted, phew.
Just another hurdle to jump; in this crazy marathon.
It's snowing here tonight, hopefully the wind will die down so it can settle overnight. The snow makes the cold worthwhile.
Way to go Vee, Max and lil Crumpet! Woo-hoo! xoxooxooxxoxox