Uh-oh

(This post will make more sense if you've already read the previous post.)

This is not a good sign...

I've been fighting a cold the last few days, so I thought I'd run over to the drug store on my lunch break to buy some cold medicine. You know how awful it is to be in the middle of a quiet (read: retreat) service, and then have to keep blowing your nose or coughing? Even though I might be able to make do, I thought I'd be kind to everyone else.

I'm kind of picky about meds, since I'm sensitive to side effects, so I had a particular kind I wanted. You have to ask for it at the pharmacy counter. So I did. And then they asked for photo ID. Well, my wallet fell out of my bag at home (I discovered just as I headed for the store), so I didn't have any. They said it is federal law, and they can't sell it to me without ID.

At which point I started tearing up. By the time I made it out to the car, I was actually crying. Because I couldn't buy some cold medicine.

I'm a little worried about my emotional state now. I can't even blame hormones - that was last week!