Pennsylvania Six, Five Refills
I almost dialed my pharmacy’s refill line instead of my spouse’s cell phone.
Does that mean my meds need adjusting?
Does that mean my meds need adjusting?
posted by Dr. Beads at
5:04 PM
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2 Comments:
Um... THIS makes you ask this question? Have you read any of your OTHER posts?
Just joshin'. ;)
By
Jen(n), at 6:45 PM
It was a joke, Jen(n), a joke. Wait a minute, the N.Y. Times has announced the death of jokes.
Anyway, this was merely a brief, more narrowly focused experience, rather than the usual sturm-und-drang weirdness. And, oddly enough, it didn't happen in a nightmare.
And no, I never read any of my posts. ;)
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Dr. Beads, at 2:49 PM
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