Since I was sick this week, I forgot to have my pharmacy order my meds ahead of time.
As a result, I have now spent 45 minutes calling every pharmacy in town, looking for one that carries Vyvanse in 60 mg denominations. So far, nobody has it. And the place where I got it last time? Well, it’s in the Financial District, so it’s closed on Sundays.
It’s one of those days where I’m fuming about how FUCKING UNFAIR it is to have a high maintenance brain. Especially one that requires medication to remember to order my meds on time. One that gets abnormally bored and frustrated calling pharmacies for an hour trying to find one that carries the medication that helps me deal with being bored and frustrated. One that can’t handle logistics no matter how medicated it is, but needs to do a fancy logistical dance in order to plan the afternoon’s errands in such a way that I can get my goddam meds.
Oh yeah, and one that can’t deal with number sequences regardless of how medicated it is.
Gods this is fun!
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