St. Louis Part III

I promise this will be the last installment of the saga. I'm getting sick of it, so I'm sure you are too. But the truth must be told!

You may have remembered me mentioning a few kids at day care had pink eye a few weeks ago. I asked for your prayers, begged for your prayers and demanded your prayers. I may have even thanked you for your prayers, since it appeared we had evaded the plague of pink eye. . . almost.

It (pink eye) decided to show up when Mommy was a thousand miles away and utterly helpless. My sister agreed to watch Jayda and Paisley while I was gone, so Jed could continue with his daily business and help my parents with the cattle drive. Tuesday morning (the first real day of our meetings) I get a text from Tiff saying she thinks Paisley may have pink eye. {really? I JUST GOT HERE, couldn't this wait a day or two to kick in?}

The next morning I get this picture via text message

Do u think its pink eye?

Me: Uhm...it's definitely something.

It wasn't your normal pink eye, but her eyes were boogery in the mornings and the one eye was very swollen. Almost like a bug bite.  I guess there are a few kinds of pink eye...I'm not the expert. It's just what "they" say.

So Tiff calls the Dr to see if she can bring Paisley in. Sure, no problem, we just need a bunch of papers faxed with her parent's signature, blah blah blah. Mind you, Tiff has her own three children to get to school each day, picked up, taken to practice, go to games, here, there, every where. You get the point. This is not exactly convenient.

So I call the Bison clinic to see if they will just call in a prescription for me. They say yes, no problem. {Phew} Problem solved.  A few hours later.....still no prescription. I then get a phone call from Bison, saying since they've never actually seen Paisley, just Jayda, they cannot call in a prescription without seeing her first. Ugh. Thank you for wasting two hours.

I then text Nancy, get Hettinger's phone number. Call them, get Bowman's phone number, where my doctor is. Call them, tell them my story. The nurse says she'll call the prescription right in, asks what pharmacy and we hang up. It's now about 1pm and I'm thinking we've finally got this taken care of. A few hours later, still no prescription.

Am I in the twilight zone? What is going on here? Can anyone do their job?

I call Bowman back, and the nurse says they couldn't find the Walgreen's number in Rapid. At this point all of my nice-Tally persona is gone. This is ridiculous. I tell her to get on WWW.WHITEPAGES DOT COM and LOOK IT UP.For the love of God, how do you people function each day? You are at a clinic and you don't have access to pharmacy's in South Dakota? It took all I had, NOT to freak out at this point. Thankfully I was standing near an elevator and there were a lot of people around. I didn't want to scare anyone.

I hung up, and Tiff text me the phone number to the pharmacy, so I called right back and told the receptionist to PLEASE give this number to the nurse and PLEASE get the damn prescription called in NOW.

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It took from 8am until 4pm to get a prescription for eye drops called in. Something is very wrong in the world we live in.

Lastly, some of Jayda's thoughts about the whole shabang.
Jayda: Is it big up there in the sky?

She had a hard time understanding that you don't stay up in the sky when you fly. You go up and land on the ground some where far away. Wait, what am I doing explaining that to y'all?

 She thought you got off the plane some where in the sky. She also begged to come to the airport and watch our plane take off for a week. Then on they way to Rapid, she changed her mind.
Jayda: Mom can you take me to Tiff's house and drop me off, before you get on the airplane?
Me: Yes, that's the plan.
Jayda: Oh good. I don't wanna see you go way up in the sky and not come down.
Me {hmmm that's comforting}