Mental Health

I Can’t Make Any More Decisions

If I have to make one more decision, I’m going to die.

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I went to the drug store to refill a prescription. The automated system said show up after 2:00 p.m. It’s was 3:00 when I walked back to the pharmacy. A sign said, “Please excuse delays due to staffing shortages.”

Great.

After waiting in line the federally mandated length of time, I stepped up to the counter and gave the girl my name. She shuffled through some bags. Nope. She asked me my date of birth (I had to think for a minute — I only know my mom’s birthday and my ex-husband’s). The girl mosied back to the computer.

I started to gather up the small things I had spread across the counter to buy. I could tell where this was headed.

“Insurance won’t cover it until November 9th.”

“But I don’t have insurance,” I said, confused as usual. “I don’t have prescription coverage. All I have is an HSA.”

The girl wobbled indecisively.

“Never mind,” I said. “Never mind.” I took my sandwich and my chocolate milk to the front check-out, got in my truck, and burst into tears.

The prescription I was trying to refill isn’t life-threatening. I don’t think it even…