I haven’t been feeling like myself lately.
A back injury has left me dependent on family.
I’m not pleased about relinquishing my power, my thrown, but I need all the rest I can get.
My maternity leave is over and I go back to work in two weeks.
Brian has been supportive and is trying to understand my situation.
The situations caused by my situation.
Not “The Situation.” He’s not here.
I’m in a lot of pain people!
Some of these pain killers cause “issues.”
Problems in “the lou.”
So Brian, being the supportive, understanding man that he is he did me a solid (ha ha) and set out to get me some help.
He was met at the pharmacy check out by a small blonde teenager, her only thought being who to text next and what shirt to wear out later.
Brian: Ahhhhh… Ummm.. Would you guys happen to have any .. ex-lax
Girl: Yup, I think we do
A look of confusion crosses her face.
Brian: Do you even know what that is?
He’s cursing me, angry that he has to explain constipation to a teenager, frustrated that he’s been here for longer than 10 seconds, and scanning the shelves for something that “will do.“
The girl returns with a bottle in her hand and slides it across the counter.
Reading the bottle Brian discovers he’s been handed Imodium, “For the Relief of Diarrhea.”
Brian: Right, I actually need the OPPOSITE of this.
Taking the bottle back the girl reads the medications purpose and then looks to Brian.
Her face changes.
She is disgusted.
Quickly she found the ex-lax.
Rang Brian through.
Not looking up to make eye contact or pass him the bag.
Brian: It’s not for me!!
LOL right!!! It’s for your FRIEND!