The story begins by me getting sick. Not the oh noes! I have the sniffles variety. No, I'm not that easy. I'm talking the been to every doctor on the planet, no one has any clue what's making me sick kind of thing. I have some minor surgery, home the same day kind of thing to rule out fun things like ovarian cancer, etc and I realize I'm really itchy the next day. No biggie, anesthesia does that to me sometimes. So, I do what any normal person would do and let it go a few days.
A few days later...
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| Shingles - right on the bra line |
Awesome. I get my itchy, painful, burning carcass over to the pharmacy at Walmart (I needed milk and we didn't have a Target yet, don't judge me!) and hand over the three prescriptions. I hadn't really thought about them, or looked at them, I really was just misery on feet at this point. But, the look on the face of the pharmacy tech, and the fact that his eyebrow was starting to climb alarmed me. He goes over to the pharmacist to 'check to see if they had everything in stock' while nodding to the pharmacist in my direction with this odd smile. It was about this time that my brain started to connect the dots. Valtrex, Amoxicillin and Diflucan - OMG they think I have STDs! Fantastic, I've just become one of the people of walmart.
Today, as I'm writing this story, I go to peopleofwalmart.com (mostly to check that I'm still not there), and you just can't make this suff up people, this is what I find:
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| From Peopleofwalmart.com |
Pure kismet.


It's like one of those Seinfeld moments. :)
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I immediately thought, "Wonder how Dawn's doing?" lol