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?
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.