Monday, July 9, 2012

My Terrible, Awful, No-good, Very Bad Day and a Poorly Designed CVS Parking Lot


For those of you not following me on Twitter, I have been fighting off an eye infection for the past five days. And by “fighting off” I actually mean “living with,” because, as it turns out, I have been fighting nothing. My eyes started bothering me on July 4. I thought it was just allergies, but then I woke up on July 5 with what appeared to be a case of conjunctivitis. I had never actually had conjunctivitis before, but I have been NEAR cases of conjunctivitis, so I am familiar with the symptoms. I high-tailed it to the doctor and got a prescription for tobramycin drops. They didn’t work. I got a second prescription for erythromycin ointment. Not only did that not work, but it also tickled my already-itching eyes while it was in, as a kind of ironic slap in the face. Or eye, I guess. An ironic slap in the eye. So today, five days after this all began, I got myself an appointment with an actual ophthalmologist. The earliest appointment I could get was 4:00.

Meanwhile, today was the first day of Jack’s week-long Lego camp.  It runs from 12:00-2:30 in a town about thirty-five minutes northeast of here. I spent the morning waiting for calls back from various doctors’ offices and trying to prepare to get everyone to leave at a moment’s notice, with the possibility of being gone for lunch. It was while I was making sandwiches that I learned my appointment would be at 4:00 – wait, unless, could I be there in thirty minutes? I stood there, holding a knife smeared with jelly, while a pajama-ed baby sat at my feet and two kids who had not been to the bathroom in a while sat in the living room with no shoes on and said, “No. I cannot possibly be there in thirty minutes.” So 4:00 it was!

But THAT meant that instead of being gone for lunch, I would be arriving home with no time to make dinner. It was 10:00. We had to be pulling out of the driveway at 11:25 to get Jack to Lego camp on time. My mission: Chop all the toppings for our beans and rice dinner, cook the rice, pack snacks, feed two children, a baby, and myself lunch, nurse the baby, and get everyone into the car by 11:25.

AND I DID IT. I even washed the rice pot and the stove burner which was covered in overflowed rice drippings because I am incapable of cooking a simple pot of rice it overflows EVERY TIME. Ahem.

But by 11:20, I had the fed-and-nursed baby in her car seat, the diaper bag was packed, the children had been to the bathroom and were putting on their shoes. I just had to grab my keys! Where were my keys? Had anyone seen my keys? MY KEEEEEEEYS!

At 11:30, I found my keys hanging from the back door.

At 11:40, I got behind the slowest driver in existence.

At 11:50, I got on the highway in the wrong direction.

And so it was that we were fifteen minutes late for Jack’s first day of Lego camp. Now given that Lego camp is thirty-five minutes away from my house, and given that it is only two and a half hours long, and given that it takes me 500 years to load and unload children from the minivan, I had no plans to go back home while Jack was at camp. But that’s OK, it was a beautiful day, and we were just going to take a nice walk around the town. Let me just get out the stroller for Ann Marie…

#%^@&&!!

You guys, three days ago, there were TWO strollers in the back of my car.

So there was a lot of awkward lugging of a baby in an infant carseat, which, thankfully, is still in use. So I guess that could have been worse, there could have been a lot of awkward lugging of a straight-up baby with nowhere to put her down at all.

Lego camp finally ended and we hung around in the park until it was time to take my three small children with me to the ophthalmologist, everyone’s favorite witching-hour activity. The drive was delightful, except for how Ann Marie YELLLLLED the entire time, and I had to look at a map and also drive with my burning, itching, watering eyes while fending off questions from the 3-year-old. There may have been some other yelling, and it may have been someone yelling “I CANNOT TALK RIGHT NOW!” but I’m not naming any names.

The eye doctor (I am tired of spelling “ophthalmologist”) visit was fairly uneventful. My kids were troopers, to be honest. I admit to feeling very little sympathy for the poor child who had nothing to do because I accidentally left the iPod in the car, especially given that his sisters and I had spent the afternoon waiting around for him to be done at Lego camp, but he rallied and in general they were all very well-behaved. The eye doctor diagnosed me right away with a staph infection that is not susceptible to tobramycin or erythromycin, the two antibiotics I had already tried, and he said he’d give me a new prescription for the CORRECT antibiotic. So things were looking up! But then he handed me a written prescription instead of electronically sending it to my drugstore, like all my other doctors. So now I was apparently expected to schlep myself and my three small children to the drugstore, at dinnertime, and wait around while they filled the prescription. I opted to ask the office to call it in figuring that it would be ready by the time Andrew got home and one of us could go pick it up.

Unfortunately, by the time Andrew got home, I had reached my limit and fell to pieces when explaining my day. At this point, I was afraid that maybe they hadn’t even called it in yet, and that it wouldn’t be ready until after dinner which would be time to put the kids to bed, so I’d either have to do bedtime alone or drive with eyes so sore at this point I could barely open them.

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Sorry about that photo. I didn’t even warn you.

But while I was sobbing on the kitchen floor, Andrew, my sainted husband, made some phone calls and then said, “It will be ready in five minutes. I’ll go get it right now.”

So here’s to a cocktail of Neomycin, Polymycin B Sulfates, and Dexamethasone! Please let it work! I think there’s already some improvement, and I’m only one dose in. The moral of this story, by the way, is to just go to the eye doctor in the first place.

Now about that CVS parking lot: My CVS is a new one about a mile from my house. For some reason, they designed the entrances so that the west-bound traffic can enter in two places, but the east-bound traffic cannot take a left into the first entrance it comes to, you are only allowed to make a right turn there. But the west-bound traffic comes to the other entrance first, so why would anyone wait to turn into the parking lot for the second entrance? This second entrance, by the way, is one-way, so there is only one exit. This parking lot me bananas every time I drive by this CVS, and I’ve been wanting to complain about it here for a long time; now seemed as good a time as any. I’ve included a sketch to help you understand.

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Sometimes I think the builders were looking at the plans upside-down.

6 comments:

Jessica said...

Wow those are some seriously sore eyes. Hope you are feeling better now. Looking forward to seeing your little ones this weekend!!

Rah said...

Just in case the empathy waves are not reaching you, my eyes are watering like crazy just LOOKING at that photo! Good wishes for fast, effective results. You were entitled to a meltdown of sorts at that point in your day.

Swistle said...

Well. That is dreadful. DREADFUL.

Also, we have a fast food place near us with that kind of entrance, and I AVOID THEM because I HATE IT. It is CRAZY-MAKING.

Jessica said...

Ugh, I hope the new medicine is working. I unfortunately get pink-eye all the time and have RUN OUT of the little bottle of medicine (can't remember which one), meaning next time I'll have to actually go to the doctor. Sigh.

A'Dell said...

OH MY GOODNESS.

Poor you. I hope that new stuff is awesome and you're back to 100% soon.

(HORRIBLE.)

Krizzzz said...

Hope the eyes are better!

We have a parking lot rather like that at work: when they re-did the entrance and decided that we should all go around it THAT way instead of THIS way, they forgot to repaint the lines down the middle to be diagonal the NEW way instead of the OLD way....which means that the spaces become increasingly inaccessible as the lot fills, unless you make a 34-point turn to point yourself the right way.