It was a long day. Everyone had a problem. No one wants to take any sort of personal responsibility for their meds. The number of people who come in for refills on scripts that don’t have any refills is ridiculous. That number is rivaled only the the staggering number of people who a) act like…
I’m fucking terrified. Now that things are at the stage where I’m really doing the mental math and planning for this stuff, I’m slightly freaking out. As it stands, and if my little spreadsheet is correct, it looks like the money situation at home won’t be too bad for a little while, as long as…
The one where she learns about what to smoke in jail, and what’s considered necessities. Hint: it’s not the big screen tv.