So.. Today I turn 30. Like most of my B-days this one is shaping up to suck just as bad as my other b-days. Friday I went to the dentist in Springfield to get a tooth puled. I have never had a cavity before so I was totally freaked out when I got to the office. The procedure actually went very well and there was little to no pain involved :D!! The doctor gave me a script for Tylenol 4 and we head home to get our kids. We went to my pharmacy to fill the script and they inform me that they don’t carry Tylenol 4... So, we now have a 30 min drive back to Dan's Pharmacy. We drive back to town and drop the script off at 4:15(ish) and chill at Randi's mom's house for an hour. When I get back to “Dan's” They can't find me in their computer system. They search for about 10 minutes find me under my maiden name and tell me that I have no scripts at their location. So, I begin to get pissed . Generally I am good at controlling my temper but the lady is so snotty and bitchy that I just want to jump through the window and bitch slap her. She finally talks to another worker and finds my scripts over on some table. She comes back and, with a pointed glance at my rainbow flag, tells me she can't fill my Tylenol 4 script without an antibiotic script to go with it. (I had already received my antibiotic two days prior because I had an infection in the tooth they were going to pull.) I explain the situation to her and she says that she has to call the dentist or pharmacy to confirm. WTF?? Now? AFTER 5?!? Bitch you had my script in plenty of time to call anyone but you didn't do your job and now I get to go all weekend w/o my meds?!? So, long story short She wont fill my pain meds until she talks to my dentist or pharmacist (both closed at 5 and don’t open again until Monday). So here I am sitting in her drive through with a hole the size of a thumb in my head. Praying that the throbbing will stop so I can think straight. This bitch is telling me that I can't get me pain meds and that I will be w/o them all weekend. I demanded my scripts back and peeled out of the parking lot. At this point all I can see is red and my mouth hurts so bad I just want to pound my fists into a concrete wall. We headed to Walgreens just to find out thst they don’t stock Tylenol 4. Long story short this is day 3 of throbbing tooth pain, and I still want to punch a wall. Happy 30 Tavia you get to wake up two hours early to a throbbing mouth.
The only redeeming part of this birthday has been my wife and kids. Randi has waited on me hand and foot since my tooth was pulled, and she got me special ice cream! I have been in a horrible mood all weekend and she just ignores my attitude and tells me she loves me. My kids have spent all weekend telling me happy birthday and dong their best to ensure I have a good week. They have drawn me multiple pictures and gone out of their way to help us around the house. My mouth may hurt but my family makes up for it in every way possible. If it weren’t for them I would be completely manic rite now.
So, now I go online to fine something to distract me from my tooth and I have a happy birthday message, on Deviant Art, from a friend of mine I mean my family (birth family not wife and kids) rarely remember my B-day so it really touched me that anyone took the time to wish me a happy b-day!!
So, When it comes down to it I don’t care if my mouth hurts I have the best wife, kids, and friends on the face of the earth. And in the end the memory of their love is so much stronger than some physical discomfort. On second thought... this just might be my best Birthday yet.
