I left work at one today because I was feeling nauseous and cranky and my head was about to explode. Fuzzy spent the last two days home sick with similar symptoms (minus the cranky), so it wasn’t a surprise, really, but I don’t like giving in to not feeling well. It’s one thing if I’m home already, and have nothing planned, but leaving work in the middle of the day is not a habit I really want to get into.
Fuzzy also left work at one, poor dear he’s sniffly and achy now, and okay, he bought a new game, but he’s not enjoying it as much as he should be.
On the way home, we stopped at Albertsons, not because we prefer it to Tom Thumb (we don’t), but because it was on the more convenient side of the street. I was the least sick to running into the store was my task, even though it meant trekking into the hated drugstore section.
Truthfully, I didn’t begin to hate the pharmacy section until Texas enacted legislation that required any over the counter drug containing pseudoephedrine to be put BEHIND the counter, and further require photo ID in order to buy it. This is an annoying and time consuming bit of legislation put in place to help prevent homemade crysal meth. Because really, that’s what we should worry about, and not things like immigration law, or reproductive choice (including the right to birth control), or the fact that we’re an oil state and our gas is still almost $3/gallon. So now, in order to get my Actifed (or it’s generic equivalent), I have to stand in line behind unwashed miscreants like the guy who was in front of me last Tuesday trying to use double coupons at the pharmacy aisle, with pharmacists who didn’t know how to process double coupons, and who, after they went and got the manual and figured it out, decided not to buy the ibuprofen (or whatever) because it was a total price of $2 instead of $1, and he was convinced they were overcharging him. And yeah, okay, there are other antihistamines out there, but Claritin makes me vomit, Allegra does nothing for me, and Benadryl makes me sleepy and makes my ears feel like someone is jabbing my eardrums with needles.
But I digress.
I went in for Nyquil and Dayquil.
I came out with just Nyquil, because apparently we have even newer legislation that limits the AMOUNT of drugs containing pseudoephedrine you can buy at one time, and apparently a bottle of each kind was over the limit. (Fuzzy, who had gone to Hollywood Video to buy me a DVD (The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, if you must know) had to go back in and buy the DayQuil on a separate ticket, after yelling at me that I was making things up, and should have just made them sell me the dayquil when the self service thing locked my transaction and called for help.
So, a frustrating afternoon.
And all because of people who can’t live without crystal meth.
Which you can’t make from the LIQUID form of pseudoephedrine, anyway.
And now I’m panicked that they’ll decide I can’t buy 48 tablets of Actifed at once.
(Mind you, we use the store brands of the Dayquil/Nyquil stuff, as well as the Actifed, but if I called it by the generic name no one would know what I was talking about.)
I think I need to go back to bed now.
Considering I had a meth addict throw a brick through my bedroom window at 5 am and proceed to climb in, I’m fine with a little extra incovienence, not that I can take any of those medicines with a thyroid condition anyhow.
BTW, the legislation isn’t Texas. It’s the Patriot Act. They slipped that into the last part of the bill renewal. Apparently meth addicts are a problem for national security to deal with.
“BTW, the legislation isn’t Texas. It’s the Patriot Act. They slipped that into the last part of the bill renewal. Apparently meth addicts are a problem for national security to deal with.”
Oh, I know. But Texas has it’s own strictures in addition, and is enforcing the legislation with a vengeance.
And I remember the Attack of the Meth Heads when you wrote about it…scary. But I still don’t think making people sign for actifed is going to help.