How is your luck today?
As many of you know, I have a frayed and / or torn rotator cuff and it has been a nagging pain for more than a year. It certainly is not fatal, but is very, very annoying. It keeps me up at night and I have a heating pad in my office at work to try and keep the pain down.
It was almost completely healed a few months ago when I automatically went for and caught a bag a woman had put in the overhead on an airplane that was falling and was about to hit the person in the seat in front of me. In grabbing the bag, I re-injured my then not quite healed shoulder. Hence I went back to square one to heal it.
Despite the current pain, the last thing I am going to do is get that cortisone shot because of that menningitis cortisone injection scare. I will wait a bit. I had a shot of cortisone in my shoulder 6 months ago and it stopped the pain but right now I am trying to tough it out. (Don’t tell me surgery….I ran into a guy I went to high school with at our high school reunion this past summer and he had the surgery and says he is now worse off!)
Today I have more pain than usual so I went to the drug store to get a better heating pad and some Aleve. The Aleve is in the back of the pharmacy (as is the heating pad) so when I picked the Aleve off the shelf I walked the 4 feet to the pharmacy cash register at the back of the store where I was. No one was in line so I walked right up and the employee began to immediately ring up my purchases.
This is when my luck turned bad. As the employee was ringing up my purchases a woman (also a customer) came up my right side and started yelling at me. She started yelling “this is for prescriptions only. I hate people like you who break the rules. You think you can break rules.” I was surprised….I turned and said so she could understand why I was in the drugstore, “I have a very painful shoulder…I am just trying to buy something for it.” She said, “the rules are prescriptions only here.” I looked around, saw no sign and said, “what rule? I don’t see any sign to indicate that I can’t pay for it here.”
I didn’t say it because I just wanted to get through my sale, but it also occurred to me that the over the counter pain medication (Aleve and the heating pad) were right next to this cash register in the back of the store and at the store’s front register are items like Halloween candy, shampoo, newspapers, food etc. The last thing I wanted was a scene but she was eager for a fight and kept giving me a hard time.
Then as luck would have it, the cashier did not have the right change for me — so I said, “just give me what you can…that’s ok…this woman is in a hurry.” The cashier said, “I can’t. I have to give you the exact change. I will call the manager to come back with the change.” I would have been happy to leave without any change – to escape the woman giving me a hard time – but the cashier could not give me a receipt unless she closed the sale. I was stuck. The last think I wanted was to walk out without a receipt and then get stopped for shoplifting. (I can’t even imagine the pain of getting handcuffed behind my back with this bad shoulder! I can’t raise my right arm or put my right arm behind my back!)
I said, “ok, but could you please take care of this woman?” I realize that people recognize me so I wanted to have the situation go away. The cashier agreed to stop and she move to the other register at the same counter to handle the woman. I was happy to have the woman – who continued to snarl at me and say things – get her business done and leave and leave me alone. I was not looking for a fight with this shoulder. My one arm against her two just didn’t seem fair.
So the woman then gave her name (it sounded a bit familiar but it was a common name.) Unfortunately the pharmacy records did not indicate a prescription in her name. So she was asked for her address to see if the prescription was listed by her address. That is when my luck really hit the skids! I recognized the address. It was a woman who lived across the street from my sister at a former home. My sister knows this woman and no doubt I have met her before. The last thing I want to do is have a public argument with someone my sister knows.
Then I had more bad luck. There was no prescription in the system by the address so the customer gave her husband’s name and finally, yes, there was a prescription. She was given the prescription, paid for it and left.
I am now back home….with the Aleve and the heating pad.
(By the way, she had a giant Obama sticker on her jacket and my husband thinks it is because I work for Fox that she gave me such a hard time. I think she was just in a bad mood. Perhaps Hurricane Sandy to blame for her short temper?)