Thursday, 4 February 2010

The sharp (s) end!

If I was ever glad to see the back of a particular day it was yesterday! What a bloody disaster, anything that could go wrong or attempt to wind me up further, did, and nothing I tried to do worked in any kind of straightforward fashion!

I seemed to blunder through the day directionless like a mentally and physically ill coordinated fool and everything took twice as long to achieve as it should have. I'm sure my state of mind didn't help, had I been in a more calm condition to begin with, no doubt things wouldn't have seemed so problematical or at least I would have been better able deal with them in a appropriate way, as it was I just stumbled and grumbled on stupidly!

Not one thing was simple, right down to trying to return the full sharps bin that had loitered here since my dad's days of extreme poorliness. Apparently chemists can't now take them, don't ask, you wouldn't believe the rigmarole. I walked the length and breadth of the town carting the damn thing with me, getting odd looks here and there until I finally found a chemist prepared grudgingly to take it, only because they are part of the local needle exchange programme for addicts. That said, I had to fight my way through three guys, who having just collected their days methadone hit couldn't wait and had to consume it there and then and then was told the assistant couldn't actually touch the thing (this I will remind you is the official sealed standard issue sharps bin) and so I would have to go to the rear of the premises to their secure disposal bin and place it in there myself! Many locks and much tutting later it was finally deposited and secure.

I'm sure there is very good reason for all this, It would just have been nice if when I asked a week or two ago at the local branch of Boots if they could take it, they hadn't misinformed me in the first place and told me to 'just pop it down' and instead given me the correct information.

I wasn't in the mood yesterday and I fear it showed in my somewhat 'to the point' manner. Ergh.

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...

What a palava. Wouldn't the local hospital have taken it and disposed of it for you?