pissed, she said, pizt!

Well, yesterday I ran some errands, starting with getting a phone call from my doc before I left for an appt with the other doc. And then I went to the gym and talked to the folks there. Long time readers might remember that at one point for a couple years, I had a very active membership at the Wellness Center affiliated with our local hospital. Well, I may return there to begin activities with the pool. Yea!!

And then, well, then I went to the drug~store and spoke with the pharmacist who had lots of "bless~your~hearts" to throw into the mess. And we got me all fixed up. I, not thinking clearly, took the full dose of everything except my night~time stuff that makes my mind quiet enough so I can sleep, or at least ignore the jabber so I can slip into slumber. I thought I was doing good to not take that since I was driving. But! I think going without and then taking it all was a mistake. Again, not the smartest move, but I got thru it alright. Lots of stomach cramping and head~hurting, fortunately, I drove home before I started to slur my movements as well as my speech. Then I took a nap. Much refreshed. And I slept right thru the night, instead of waking a few times. It was good to wake up this morning, having had several sleep cycles with no interruptions.

After I picked up my meds, but before I took them, I stopped at our local public library. I love this place, and the people are stellar. There is one lady that gets easily confused, or it could just be that I'm not very clear. At any rate, here's what happened...

I decided to pick up an audio~book so that My Jerry and I could listen to it on our trip to Georgia and back. I remembered that he had said something about Stephen King's Stationary Bike one time, so that's what I grabbed. And then I saw Stephen King's Under the Dome was on audio and got all giddy, like I get over books and stuff, even audios. If I was a baby in a stroller, I'd've been grasping my hands in that outreached but can't get there mode and pointing my toes at the ends of my stiff legs. And grunting. I may have grunted yesterday at the library. In my head, I was definitely squealing, so I might have done so aloud.

But then what, gasp, what's this? Disk one thru fifteen? Part one of Under the Dome? See there, 30 disks total! it says so, right there. And I do remember reading it, My Jerry's eldest son got the book for him for Christmas. And I do know that it was long. But dude, wow, 35 hours...then I was overtaken with the urge to get it right now! right now! right now!

But I couldn't see part two, disks sixteen thru thirty, on the shelves. So I took it up to the lady at the desk, the one that given a choice, I usually wait to go to someone else. And I asked if she could tell me if the second part was checked out {if so, I said, I'd like to put a hold on it so that when it comes back, I can get it}. Apparently that was too many steps down the road and I should have just stuck to, "could you see if you have this?" She replied she doesn't know what the second one is. So I took it back, flipped it over and showed her that the second part would most likely be disks sixteen to thirty, of the same book.

"Well, perhaps they didn't do the second part yet."

Now, folks I know my brain isn't up to speed yet. But this comment set me back and my brain flipped and my mouth stayed clamped shut while my mind said, "yeah, I can see the audio folks right now decided, damn that's a looooooooooong~ass book...let's stop at disk fifteen." After some finagling, I found it on the waiting to be reshelved shelf {which she examined and said, nope not here}. So I stepped away from my other two items to go look at said cart and retrieve the second part, which made me happy.

However, as I stepped back to the counter, a woman and her young son stepped up too. And he started to go thru my book~bag. She stood there and watched him do that. And I thought, k, maybe her brain isn't processing that. So I stepped to the other side of him, and told him that I didn't particularly want him pawing thru my bag. To which the woman snapped out of her stupor and sank her talons into her son's shoulder and pulled him back against her, telling me that I should not be so rude as to jump ahead of them. No problem, it's not worth getting pissed about, I thought {and apparently said, aloud}, and reached for my books to step outta the way of this impatient woman who just now had come into the library {she wasn't waiting in line~~I'm careful about that}, and the librarian {who'd been upstairs in the cataloging area, checking with the cataloguer about the missing volume} returned and took my stuff from my hands along with my library card and began to check me out. The other woman got huffy and muttered, then clamped her hands over her son's ears and screeched to the librarian, "she said PISSED in front of my son!" and then, screeched to the library at large, "pissed, pissed, she said pissed! she said pissed in front of my son. pissed!" To which the librarian said, "yes and I believe you've just said it half a dozen times."

Sometimes, I just know which event is gonna make it into my blog the minute it happens. I think, "oh, I am sooOOOooo blogging this". Other times, I think I'll blog more details like my wedding, my friends' wedding, My Jerry's youngest granddaughter's arrival {Monday, glad you're here, baby girl!}, etc. and then I just don't get around to it. The moment passes and I move on to something else.