Due to miscommunication through no fault of my own, one of the prescriptions I take daily was not refilled last week, and today was day 5 of me not having it.
Withdrawal sucks very much bad.
In lieu of a prescription for the drug I’ve been deprived of, I’d be appreciative of a big bag of cocaine and some instructions on how to smoke it or a merciful euthanization shot. Help!
I’ve never been much of a vacationer. Growing up, we didn’t go on many vacations. It just wasn’t that big of a deal for my family. I can remember a couple trips to the beach, one or two visits to see distant relatives, and a week at a cabin at a state park. Outside of those instances, my travel experiences were mostly centered around school or church trips. As I’ve gotten older and my independence has been wrested from my grasp, the hassles of travel have kept me mostly within a couple hours drive of central Mississippi.