Called in a prescription this morning.

You know, by phone?

Objectively, it went well.

There was no sputtering, stuttering or tripping all over my dry-heaving brain. The order was made intelligently and the transaction completed quickly. Thank you and goodbye, right?

Wrong.

There is the stink of shame.

The humiliation of being a grown woman terrified of using a phone.

I feel stupid.

What is wrong with me?

Bottom line: The bloody handbook to this contraption in my skull could show up anytime now.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe