I know it’s been ages since I’ve dealt with a cold, because getting an antihistamine wasn’t so time-consuming the last time I needed it. The box in my medicine cabinet had expired years ago; at first I thought the date said 2017, but after putting my glasses on, I realized the “7” was a “1.”
That’s how I racked up so much time off at work: I couldn’t even call out with a cold, because I didn’t get one.
So this morning I was at the local Rite-Aid, looking for my familiar red and white box of Sudafed®. Plenty of over the counter medications were around, but all of them treated not only congestion, but body aches (didn’t have any), sinus pressure (nope, just a lot of gushing), fever (nope), muscle spasms and chronic flatulence. I just wanted to dry up my nostrils. Not so easy.
The boxes on the shelves have been replaced with “calling cards” one must take to the pharmacy counter. It seems that kids who can’t formulate a proper sentence or make change from a twenty dollar bill can make methamphetamine from ingredients found in my drip fix of choice.
So I took a card–thinking that I had just contaminated it, if somebody before me had not done so already–and went to the pharmacy counter, where I waited in line behind customers with real medication needs to do things such as saving their lives. I presented my card, and the pharmacist had to ask me for ID and to sign a waiver that I’m legal and not a meth concocter.
I wonder if, when I go to CVS or Walgreens five years down the road, they’ll pull up my name and flag me for too much Sudafed®?
Anyway, the stuff works, and I will probably need only two or three to take me through the weekend while my symptoms continue (the box has 20). And this box will probably expire before I get another cold. I guess this is one of the bad things about good health; it keeps you out of the loop when it comes to what you try to buy over the counter. Next time I may need to get a federal permit.
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Suda Fed Up
Posted at 1:41 am by kayewer, on April 19, 2015
I know it’s been ages since I’ve dealt with a cold, because getting an antihistamine wasn’t so time-consuming the last time I needed it. The box in my medicine cabinet had expired years ago; at first I thought the date said 2017, but after putting my glasses on, I realized the “7” was a “1.”
That’s how I racked up so much time off at work: I couldn’t even call out with a cold, because I didn’t get one.
So this morning I was at the local Rite-Aid, looking for my familiar red and white box of Sudafed®. Plenty of over the counter medications were around, but all of them treated not only congestion, but body aches (didn’t have any), sinus pressure (nope, just a lot of gushing), fever (nope), muscle spasms and chronic flatulence. I just wanted to dry up my nostrils. Not so easy.
The boxes on the shelves have been replaced with “calling cards” one must take to the pharmacy counter. It seems that kids who can’t formulate a proper sentence or make change from a twenty dollar bill can make methamphetamine from ingredients found in my drip fix of choice.
So I took a card–thinking that I had just contaminated it, if somebody before me had not done so already–and went to the pharmacy counter, where I waited in line behind customers with real medication needs to do things such as saving their lives. I presented my card, and the pharmacist had to ask me for ID and to sign a waiver that I’m legal and not a meth concocter.
I wonder if, when I go to CVS or Walgreens five years down the road, they’ll pull up my name and flag me for too much Sudafed®?
Anyway, the stuff works, and I will probably need only two or three to take me through the weekend while my symptoms continue (the box has 20). And this box will probably expire before I get another cold. I guess this is one of the bad things about good health; it keeps you out of the loop when it comes to what you try to buy over the counter. Next time I may need to get a federal permit.
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