No sense in crying over spilled pills

Had one of those moments the other day where something that to a randomly sampled audience would probably be fairly insignificant happened and I was just ready to lose it. Like the worst has happened, there’s no turning back everything is ruined, the universe is out to get me kind of reaction. Sometimes when so much shit is just miles beyond your control and all your energy goes not pulling at that thread, one can overreact, eh rather let’s say manifest multiple emotions in a less significant event. Which is precisely what happened to me the other day.

At this point I hope I’ve created some dramatic build up because this was some seriously disastrous shit and deserves some suspense you guys. So I was sorting my pills because it was pill day (we’ll get into that another time) and I opened one of the compartments Tuesday PM to be specific and it just snapped clean off. It was in that moment I too snapped. First this was a NEW pill organizer, so why the fuck is it even breaking and why is CVS producing an inferior product to the identical one I bought 3 years ago that is still intact? Second, it is SO HARD to find the good super XXL pill organizers I was so excited when I found a second one to have AM/PM that actually held all my shit and now I have to begin this process over? Oy motherfucking Vey. Third, sure I could fix it but then it won’t perfectly coordinate with the AM one and the whole system is aesthetically ruined, something that is probably more important to me than it should be.

The gang before tragedy struck, didn’t know what was coming for him RIP

So, here I am distraught over this pill organizing catastrophe, holding this dumbass little piece of plastic with the T for Tuesday, not sure my plan of attack, and my husband says, “It’ll be ok we can go to both CVS’s and see if they have another one tomorrow.” And I’m thinking, one, it’s good he understands that it has to be the exact same or I’ll have matching issues, that’s love, and two, that it’s really not about the pill organizer ya know? I mean yes I am pissed at CVS but we have a rocky relationship anyway (more tea on that later). I’m pissed that I have 2 XXL pill organizers filled to the brim, a cute lil XL for midday tied to me at all times. I’m pissed about loads of other things it’s just a lot easier to get mad at a little piece of plastic that has wronged you than your own body. Woah deep shit.

Alas, considering purchasing a ton of pill organizers and other drug accessories and writing reviews based of different criteria, size, durability, ease of opening, etc. Ya girl does love to shop…

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