I have angular cheilitis. It’s embarrassing, but not really all that noticeable or irritating, EXCEPT when I go to the dentist. I looked up the information and this particular (even mild) condition is often a result of low iron, or low B12 intake. It can also be the result of… yes, sleep drooling. See why it’s embarrassing?
From a homeopathic standpoint, I can go buy some iron and b12 and try to fix my saliva, but I can’t really stop that embarrassing condition. It reminds me of when I started playing the clarinet and it was so disgusting, all the spit that would puddle underneath. And my teacher would just cheerfully announce, “She’s a juicy one!” Gross, right?
Well, the dentist commiserated and she’s given me prescriptions, but it doesn’t seem to get better. It’s not disgusting; it’s not bad like herpes or cold sores or something really horrific, but it also is distressingly persistent. So she decided to give me a pair of prescriptions and off to my local Walgreen’s I went.
It was Saturday, so I figured it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I had to wait when I dropped the prescriptions off. I walked right up, without waiting to hand them over. “I’m sorry, it will be a half an hour.”
Hmm. A half an hour. That could be a show on television, I could maybe go grocery shopping. I’m not in a huge rush, it could be worse. And I have my phone. Thank the internets for smart phones! “I’ll wait,” I offer and run around to start looking for things I need.
Bubble bath, some kleenex, and some considered but rejected laundry detergent later, I returned to take a seat and wait.
“GAAAWD,” moaned the only other person, a woman looking sort of scruffy, but with an id card hanging from her neck. She squirmed from buttcheek to buttcheek, muttering under her breath. I couldn’t see a phone in her ear as she starts going on about how “this is ridiculous. She needs this medicine and how dare the doctors give her the runaround like this.”
She keept this up for a while and I tried to figure out if she’s crazy and talking about herself, or she’s really a caregiver for someone else. I pretend to ignore her by playing Candy Crush. Yay for smartphones! The pharmacist calls her over once the lines pause. Apparently there’s only one girl behind the counter and one pharmacist on duty, so that’s the reason for the extended wait time.
I check the time. 20 minutes so far. I switch from Candy Crush to Wordbrain. I find myself nearly stumped with the word rope for some reason. Maybe I’m not really focusing. I’m still listening to the woman who is talking far too loudly for the consultation area. She’s talking about the R.N. for this woman she helps out with. Finally, she has it all explained and very genial assistance and she’s quite nice to the pharmacist and said she apologizes and knows it’s not their fault. Craziness averted.
They double check with me if I want to use my insurance – which I don’t because my insurance company will actually reduce my prescription for migraine medicine. It’s the only medicine I normally purchase, so this one situation, I’ll suck up the extra cost. I shift on my seat, assuming that I might be next, but someone comes over to check if a prescription he’s submitted is ready.
I sit back down. Over the intercom, rings out, “Customer Service needed in the Skincare Department.”
The guy explained he’s not surprised they’re having a problem with it – it’s a new medication. The pharmacist adds that he isn’t even familiar with the specific, so he’ll have to talk to the doctor. “It’s a new form of testosterone,” the guy announces. Privacy areas be damned!
Wordbrain. Pretend I’m not listening!
“Customer Service needed in the Snacks Department.”
The man accepts the fact that the pharmacist will have to deal with the doctor and they’ll let him know when it’s ready in the next few days.
“Customer Service needed in the Deodorant Department.”
Finally my prescriptions are ready and 40 minutes after I sat down, I’ve enjoyed some time on my smartphone and realized how strange pharmacies really are.