1. I was able to get some Claritin D yesterday.
2. I played golf this morning. Like, third or forth time in my life...
3. We can buy Mt. Dew that is made with actually sugar.
My allergies were horrible again a couple of days ago. Here in Orem there's a celebration we have called Summer Fest. It's a carnival, a parade, and fireworks. We went with my mom to the fireworks and happened to sit right near three or four big pine trees. I'm almost sure I'm allergic to pollinating pines now. I could not stop sneezing. After they were over my wife and I went to Target to get me some allergy pills. We couldn't get Claritin D because the pharmacy was closed, so I settled for some Benadryl with the decision to go back the next morning.
Friends, I looked like a zombie the next morning. My eyes were blood shot, and it looked like I'd been in a fight the day before. My mouth gaped open as I tried to breathe. It was horrible, and I needed drugs. I went back to Target, but forgot Kleenex, so my first order of business when I got there was to grab a box, rip it open, and start using it before purchasing it. They usually don't care if you do this, but I would have done it even if they did, I simply couldn't go without.
After I had Kleenex in hand, I went to where you get the little paper that you take the pharmacy that says you want the drugs (I guess because you can't convey that to them in words...). So, I stagger up to the counter and hand the woman the slip of paper. It is for the generic version of Claritin D. She walks on back, looks on a shelf and then leans out saying, "I'm sorry, we're out of that." She's about to walk back to me, when I gasp, "Then get me some Claritin D." I kid you not, I looked like a zombie, why she didn't just grab the Claritin is beyond me. She then asks if I want the five pack of the fifteen. People, I am squinting through two puffy eyes and holding a Kleenex under them to catch the tears. Why did she think I would get better in five days? So I told her the fifteen and she heads on back.
I hand her the Kleenex and ask her to "Ring this up to. I had an emergency." She rings up both and it comes to twenty something dollars. As I walk out of the store I notice that I paid eighteen dollars for fifteen days worth of Claritin D. At first I was a little annoyed, but then I realized why it was so much. My allergies had me by the balls. I was willing to pay way more than a dollar a day to support my delusion that they might loosen up if I fed them something. To be honest, I don't know why they don't charge more. My only thought is that then they'd have another crazed group of people trying to break into pharmacies to try and get their Claritin fix. I know I would have that morning anyway. I would have been violent.
But anyway, I got my Claritin and feel better enough to think eighteen dollars was worth it. My allergies have more or less let go of my testicles now, and I can function. I'll just leave you with that little image. Have a nice day.