My Breakout Moment part 1

(The Mad One forgot to take a photo of the boxes that are the subject of this post. I copied this from USPS)

 FED-EX left a box on the front porch, an empty box, when opened it looks similar to something you would place a gun in to keep it safe, lined with foamy stuff, top and bottom. One sheet of paper, with words and pictures stated Bob's InfusionRX people wanted their $3500.00 drug pump returned in this box. I am instructed to pack it carefully and drop it off at a Fed-EX drop off.

While searching for the pump, I discover the RED Jar inside the White Box full of broken needles and remember the first RN said when jar is full, call the number on the box for pick up.

IN WHAT WORLD DOES SHE LIVE? 

I see no instructions, I call the number on the box, and He has No Clue! He says we sell the boxes to the Pharmacy's, the Pharmacy that sent it to you. seems I had the factory that makes the boxes and has a contract with our Postal Service.

Steam is rising in small tendrils from my ears, when the Pharmacy that sent it to me has no clue.

 she suggest calling the NUMBER ON THE BOX. I say in a kind sweet tone I DID THAT FIRST AND THE DON'T KNOW AND NEITHER DO I

I listen to the music......and another He answers and doesn't know the answer and places me OH HOLD! 

 I lay the phone down with hold music blasting from speaker phone, (causing a what the hell are you doing from the hospital bed) and start yanking red bottles and boxes out of boxes and at the very bottom I find a sheet of paper, with instructions and the last thing on the list was After Properly Packing the box CORRECTLY drop off at your nearest Post Office at no charge for shipping.

I had a MELTDOWN! I fussed I fumed I even cried and said a few bad words. I worked myself into a real hissy fit!

I fussed about having to pack it all up, and DRIVE to the Post office and then drive to FedEx, plus stopping at our Vets office for Beaus RX...  (if I had calmed down, I would have seen it for the chance to break out of my jail cell) 

I fumed/fussed about having to ask my phone to find FEDEX and Post Office Near Me.

Bob at one time covered his ears during my outburst/HISSY fit. Really, He did. 

I found the nearest and not so dearest, and Made a LIST of stops, while fussing about Vet Visit Pickup RX, Drop Box Fed x and the Post office SEVEN MILES AWAY, it was Saturday and only one open.

As I slammed out the door, muttering under my breath about TRAFFIC, No idea when I will be back, I hate driving on the main road to the beach blah blah blah I left home, and 20 minutes later had dropped the FED-EX, picked up the RX, walked in the Post Office, having driven to all 3 places with very little traffic, hit all 6 of the traffic signals on Green, and 

in 20 minutes since I left home, I stood watching the couple at the window and pondering why Tall Men marry Short Women, how the strawberry blond 6'5" man found the tiny Asian woman, were they military? Meet on a cruise ship? Are they American? yada yada

I leave and hit the busiest street in town, and now it is bumper to bumper, and I think, let me off this street, I am in a sea of cars, when I spy with my little eye Manatee thrift Store! YAY! I have Time To Stop!

I am ahead of schedule, I pull in and Wow! step in the door, see 3 pairs of shoes 

To Be Continued...........yes, even longer than this but with pictures

Joining Yam for Final Friday Feature at My Take; doses of Wild Yam

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