I am posting a picture of some of my favorite yarn, Malabrigo Silk & Merino. You will find it in my Etsy shop should you be interested, but that's not really what I am writing about today. No, today is different. It was a day of frustration that has grown to be the usual thing rather than an oddity along the way. I'm sure that many of you will identify with this.
I logged on to the USPS site today to confirm a shipment of yarn to an Etsy customer and lo! the site was having "difficulty." I am to try again later. I recently made a change at my bank that is rather important, and I've been waiting for acknowledgement...still don't have it. Also, there is a legal matter pending (interpret as hanging over my head) that was mishandled due to incompetence or someone having a bad day--I'd like to think the latter, but lately it appears that everyone, everything ends up with some kind of misery attached to it. I have to make phone calls every day trying to straighten out the most simple things that have gotten all twisted and snarly because someone hasn't done what they said they were going to do or someone didn't do something correctly and the result is that I am the one who has to clean up their mess.
Another scary thing that happened was an alarming discovery that my pharmacy put an address on my prescriptions that does nto belong to me. I found this out late last night when I reached for some medication and there in extra small letters under my name was an address that was not mine. This sent me looking at the other bottles (just a few) along with the Flonase (life saver) that I take. Yes, that's right, all of them had this other address. I called the pharmacy and asked: how did this happen? The pharmacist replied we did a "central search." My reply: but I transferred them online from another pharmacy and I provided my address which is not the one on my medicine. Dead silence. I ask again "how did this happen?" Response: We did a "central search." Dead end.
This would not, normally, concern me outside of the moment, however, I just had a friend of mine who was given, by her pharmacy, a sleeping narcotic instead of her thyroid medication. So she was taking this narcotic when she arose in the morning and waiting for a half-hour before she ate because this is the way thyroid medication is taken. The second day had her completely unstrung, blurry vision, vertigo...I need not go on, but it was not pretty. She was recently diagnosed with sleep apnea and found out from her physician that this was a very, very bad combination. Don't fault her, she thought they had changed to a generic medication that she had discussed with the doctor who prescribes the thyroid medication. Only upon close examination of the label did she see that the name was similar to hers, however, the bag was correct. So one cannot place the blame on her. All of this turmoil was created because someone was not paying attention to what they were doing. We all have bad days, but when you serve the public in such an important capacity, it is important to remember one's responsibility.
My small trials can't compare with this and yet the number of small things mount up and they end in this rant. My apologies. Look at the yarn, and if you would like, visit my shop, Prisknits, on Etsy. We will hope for a better day tomorrow.
