So check this shit out. I figured today would be no big deal or I wouldn't have played. Drop her off in the morning, go spank the monkey for a couple hours, come back. It's a really bad finger fracture from a dog bite, not life threatening. Went according to plan until the surgeon was somehow an hour behind at 9am. Still no big deal at least they called us to delay our arrival. The real kick in the dick was the prescription, some narcotic so they will only hand write, no calling it in or computer system. So I get the scrip when I pick her up. Get her settled in and take to the pharmacy where I wait for 20 minutes dealing with paperworks (marriage, name change, insurance change--all of that is acceptable). They say it will be a couple hours so I go home. When I get home, stoned wife is on the phone--the scrip is invalid because some resident signed it and he can't write narco scrips. Have to go back to the surgery center to get a new one--they still can't call it in, has to be paper. I'm like well Patrick the fucking resident can drive it to the drug store I have mafia to play errr work to do, but they didn't agree. So another trip to the surgeon to get the scrip, then to the pharm, and she (same chick, new exactly why I was there) was like well they changed the number of pills and we don't have that many. I'm like give me what you have we just need to get through a couple days. She agrees and says "ready in about an hour." I nearly exploded, I'm like you knew I was coming why isn't it just ready? Well, have to run through insurance for the new number of pills and blah blah fuck off CVS. So I leave with intention of coming back in an hour. When I get home (15 minutes later) wife is on the phone, scrip is ready! Fuck you cvs. Also this adventure made me learn my new house is waaaay too fucking close to a Bon Chon and driving past it 5 times today got me to order it, so now I am about to be fat.