drugs

The drugs have arrived. I'm sure it's not nearly as exciting for me as it is for the donor who has the "good" drugs. Just like anything else there was drama associated with the arrival of the drugs. They were scheduled for delivery yesterday via FedEx and when they hadn't arrived by the time I needed to leave to pick up Paul from the airport I felt confident they would be there by the time we returned. We had a few errands to run post airport and when we returned home a few hours later there were no drugs to be found. But there was a message from FedEx saying they needed our correct address. I don't know why they have such a difficult time. UPS can always find my house. So I called them back and the driver had already left the area so no delivery for us today. The customer service person said that we could pick up our stuff tonight or we could wait for delivery until Thursday. There was no way I was going to put this off over a holiday so we waited a couple of hours and headed down to the warehouse. Surely this would be easy, right? WRONG! I forgot the tracking number and had to send my beloved MIL over to my house to look it up. This kills me because I had info regarding dollar amounts written on the piece of paper and I don't trust the woman. The FedEx employee tried desperately to look my package up by my address and by my name all to no avail. So, I sucked it up and sent my MIL over to my house. She called me back with the tracking number and no mention has been made of it since. Once the FedEx employee is equipped with the tracking number she disappears to the back only to return a few moments later to announce to us that the driver carrying our package was in a car accident and wasn't back yet. It took every ounce of self control within me to keep from shouting, "why does everything always happen to me!" Every once in a while I just want to have a tantrum moment although I think everyone at FedEx was glad I restrained myself. The FedEx lady was kind enough to stay at work and call me when my driver arrived so I could come back for my package. Paul continues to amaze me every day. The first thing he said when the announcement was made about our drivers whereabouts was to ask if the driver was ok. I know it probably seems like it's a pretty small deal but it just came so easily and naturally to him to be concerned for this strangers welfare and just to completely have it bypass his mind what the deal was with the drugs. Ok, so we went to my parents for a bit and then they called us so we went and picked them up and now all is well. Until 53 minutes pass and I need to give myself my first injection.