My chiropractor was out sick Monday, so the office called and rescheduled my appointment at the first one this morning.  No problem, so I think.

I saw my joint doctor yesterday.  For meds I tell him I am fine with darvocet.  I don’t take as much as directed.  I do emphasize that I am out of soma and my chiropractor really needs it to get motion in my adjustments.  So I leave with a prescription, drop it off at the CVS and plan on picking it up on my way to get my badly needed adjustment.

The drive down to the office should allow enough time for it to take effect. Back in the Van I open the little bag to pop my pill, and what do I see?  Another bottle of darvocet!! ‘What the?! I told him I had plenty of this crap and was out of soma!’  Back in the CVS, hoping there was the right prescription in the bin.  Nope.  It was 8:30 & their office dose not open until 9.

What’s with this knee jerk reaction to rain down controlled substances on us? Grrrr..  I will drive over to the office, since the office is nearby & they never answer the phone.   So I decide to clean out my van in the CVS parking lot while I kill a half an hour.

I have the door open as I look at some junk mail I just threw onto the passenger seat.  A woman in her 60's perhaps.  Hard to tell.  She looked kind of scanky and didn’t dress for her age.  She comes up to me with the door opened and stands 6 inches from me.  I can see every blemish on her face and upper chest.  I have no place to go being on the driver’s side of my van and I feel  threatened by this stranger in my personal space with me unarmed and unable to retreat.

She begins to talk when I raise my hand, palm toward her and say in a commanding tone “You are WAY too close to me.  Back up please.” (I don’t know her intention or what sickness she could be carrying, so I don’t like this at all). She apologizes for making me nervous as she takes 3 steps back. Then asks for a quarter so she could make her taxes.  Quite a bucket of bull, but I can spare a quarter.  After I hand her the quarter she starts telling me how she almost got hit by a car on this street and how she believes in Jesus.

The hand goes up again and I say “That’s all well and good, but I have to work on a problem here, so thank you and have a good day.” Apparently this woman has a problem with proper boundaries.  I watched her walk off after she said ‘You too’.

I came to the conclusion that I look too approachable. I miss my purple hair from the early 90's. I have to get my hair buzzed short again.  I have been too busy to get to the salon, but I will rectify that this week.

I missed my chiropractor appointment, but after 1&1/2 hours total, managed to get my correct prescription.  Came home & just had to get this blog out.