The Suspicious Package…

I’ve never been one to get super creeped out by the idea of my phone really watching and listening to me. But I’ve begun feeling a little creeped out that it is actually reading my mind…

Saw my doc on Tuesday and had him put in some refills on scrips for me. Usually they arrive to me in a day or two. No worries. Except I was quickly running out of meds and leaving town at the end of the week. Crisis mode when on Saturday night, I still hadn’t gotten my meds and was leaving the next day (today). I knew they were coming as my bank acct had been charged for them. I begged my friend to diligently check the mail while I was gone and then express mail them to me. Sunday comes and I hopefully check the mail one last time before leaving town.

Nothing.

I drove out of town wondering if I’d survive if I went down to half tabs for a while…

I arrived at my parents place, unloaded, fed the kids, put my jammies on, looked over at a suspicious, lumpy package…

😱WTFfffffffff?!?!??!

A: How did my pharmacy know I was going to be out of town?!

B: How does my pharmacy know my parents address?!

I honestly can’t remember it without looking it up. I don’t think I even have their address listed as an emergency contact… address. And I did not recite my own or any address to my doc while he was refilling the scrips, as he has refilled many, and I should be on file. At my house…

😱

I’m ooked out. I don’t even know if I want to take these meds!