All I asked was for him to pick up a prescription at the drug store on his way home from church. Apparently that was too hard because I got the snippy response of “Just how many prescriptions are you taking?”. Awesome. No I’m not going to have that conversation. It really isn’t any of him damn business. He has no concept of how chronic pain works. Would I love to not take them? Absolutely! But it’s my reality right now and for the foreseeable future. So how about just doing it for me so I don’t have to waste your gas driving back to that side of town when you’re coming that way.
Yeah. Probably bitchy of me. But dealing with anxiety, side effects and pain is making me a less than happy camper. The appointment with the rheumatologist can’t come fast enough.