will it be door #1 or door #2?

sooo i got back from my super duper road tripS this past tuesday night- so i figured i'd make up for missing the first two days of the week by pulling three 12-hour days- and let me tell you, by the end of friday night, i just felt like i just wanted to lay down and never stand up again... maybe they'll find a way to make retail pharmacy a sit down thing, but until that point- i dont care for that aspect of it... oh well... it was fun- and i did it to myself, and in retrospect, it wasnt that bad at all- just the last 2 hours of each day seemed to go by so slow! and of course i accepted someone's offer to cover 10 hours today... i guess i'll spare work stories because i'm sure they would only be fully interresting to me- one funny thing about pharmacy that i will share is how people forge presciptions or convince their docotors they are in pain and then come in and just try to get the contolled substances and say they dont have enough money for the antibiotics- and every time the pharmacists say "sorry- either get both or just the Antibiotic, not just the pain meds"... or when they tell a script that they know is either fake, or is just going to be sold on the street "sorry, i'm not going to fill that"... i think so many people think of pharmacies as just drug markets where they just bring in the orders from their doctors and the pharmacist is just the one who puts things in bottles... the reality is that there are lots of judgement calls made every day, and its all legal- "yes i see that prescription for lortab... but i'm not going to fill it"... happens every single day- and you just learn to tell who is bogus and who is actually in pain- and whats funny is after a few years of it, you get sharp and you can almost get a feel for what someone wants before they even hand you a script- the first day i was there the pharmacists told me that the only white people who came in were meth users trying to buy 24 hour pseudofed (you can make the most meth out of that)- and whats funny- is that it works like clockwork- some skinny lady with jean shorts, messed up lipstick and the darty eyes walks to the counter and asks for 3 boxes of pseudofed....
"i just really like to stock up on that because i use it all the time ::sniff sniff::"
"ohhh uhhh... sorry... we're out of that..."
"fine i'll just go to walgreens" (where they will turn her down too)
the funny part about that (real) story? as she was walking up to the counter i leaned over to the technician and wrote a "i bet she wants some pseudofed" note before the lady uttered her first word... hehe

you dont really realize how much of a problem meth is in Tennessee until you work at the gateway for the purchase of the key ingredient--

leg news!- i dont have a fracture, i dont need the crutches like the doc wanted me on for about 3 weeks there, and i either have a cyst on the top of my femur thats rubbed a small "divit" into the bone causing the constant pain thing..., either that or a small tumor called an osteoma- and there is something they can do about it either way-... hopefully its the first one, and nobody panic because the whole cancer thing is what they are thinking is LESS likely- of course when he asked me about if i was feeling sick to my stomach or running a fever i was glad to say "no" but alittle concerned that he felt he needed to ask me that... buuuut i think it'll just be fine- i'm feeling better now that i know i can equally distribute my weight to both feet and not just stand on my left anymore- and whenever i get a day off i can go for walks and maybe eventually back to jogging again, and that makes me happy- i think everythings gonna be fine- i'll find out next wednsday which of the two leg problems they think i have and then from there its either they go in and give me a local steroid shot for the place where its rubbing the bone or-- they
might try to remove the cyst? i have no idea really... totally uncharted territory- but i'm excited that we are atleast making some kind of progress, even if its all talk at this point... i'm actually pretty much "over" the whole leg thing, and i dont even think a second thought about getting up every night and walking around for about 30 minutes- it was a shock for awhile- but when every night is like that for so long- it doesnt seem odd, it just seems like thats how things are supposted to be... its hard to explain...

so todd and i went to DCI this past monday (seems like 3 weeks ago, but it was just this past monday...) and saw mandy- it was mostly good, but after the show i came to say goodbye and at one point i was standing there talking to her in the presence of both her boyfriend for this whole last semester, and then after afew minutes her seat-partner from 2004 tried to get her to break up with me, turned cavalier, brendan, who i really dont care for, walked up "HEY MANDY"...and i just kinda had to leave at that point... i explained to todd when we got back to the car and all was well- i suppose i could have made pleasant conversation with those two, but it just felt really akward and i just took it as a "its time to leave"sign- so i did- but i waved goodbye to the three of them- but its totally cool- just a temporary lapse in feeling fine- and now i'm back to reality- so no worries

the being in memphis by myself has been good and bad, but mostly good- oh and i totally shaved! i look a couple years younger- i thought it was a big difference and then i actually shaved everything all the way down with a razor and i looked so young! it was funny... i think the pharmacy people at school will find it most amusing because thats all they've seen me like...