Me and my Cymbalta

I have been on 90 mgm of Cymbalta for several years without any hitches. About a month ago I got this genius idea to start getting it through our mail order pharmacy. Save the husband's company money, save us money , and all I have to do is walk to the mailbox to pick it up. That is if you remember to order it on time. Saturday I got out my medicine basket. Yes a basket but that is another blog post. My cymbalta bottle was sadly empty. Panic ensued and I left frantic messages to my doctor. Phone in my medication to Wal-Mart to tide me over. Because now I have to wait a week for my mail order to arrive. Sunday came with no phone calls from the doctor. I talk to the pharmacist at Wal -Mart. "How many days can I go without my Cymbalta?" "No days" is his prompt reply. "I am pretty edgy right now." "You will get edgier." Now I am pacing and shaking. Will I drop to the floor and scream and pull out my hair? No I will do laundry and watch the husband make egg plant parmigiana. Yesterday I woke up with a raging headache and itchy trigger finger. Thank goodness there were no guns in the house. By afternoon I was on a bench at the pharmacy in Wal-Mart. Patiently I waited while the pharmacist called my insurance company to explain that yes the idiot forgot to order her Cymbalta on time. Mail order takes 7 to 10 business days. She has gone without 3 doses. She is pacing around our bench. Her eyes are rolling in her eye sockets. Her neck keeps twitching. And no I don't think she is packing. The cashier presents me with my "tide me over" pills. I gulp down my dose right there at the counter. Of course I had paid for them first. Today all is right with my world. I am so glad we don't have guns in the house.