When I was 18, Sundays were used to recuperate from long weekends of partying. Now, at 27, Sundays are (preferably) spent in bed with a good book, preparing for the week ahead. This Sunday, though, I had to work, so I managed to crawl from my bed to the shower, and from there into scrubs. I took a few Advil for the residual cyst pain and even made it to work five minutes early, and that, my friends, was the only relaxing portion of my day.
Around 2pm, I wanted a meatball sub from Firehouse Subs, but there was no time for that. It was a perpetual onslaught in the drive-thru, car after car of needy patients. As busy as I was, I felt bad for my pharmacy manager. She’s due to give birth in two weeks and the constant movement couldn’t have been good for her. Lately, it’s my greatest fear that she’s going to go into labor in the pharmacy. While I’m there. Alone. I’m afraid I would burst into panicked tears and run to and fro, though the logical thing would be to: call her husband, and alert store management. Let’s hope that, should this occur, I’ll be calm and logical. Better yet, let’s hope this doesn’t occur at all. All of you–no matter who/what you pray to–pray that Joanie makes it to her June 1st induction.
Now, the end of my workday was very welcome, even if it was a few minutes late due to last minute pharmacy closing stuff. I managed to make it out by 6:30pm and was home in the shower twenty minutes later. I took a pain pill and settled down to read for a while before going to pick The Husband up from work. I had planned to cook, but on our way home, we began talking about KFC and their Double Down and I told him that I just had to try one. He agreed to go along with my plan, though he refused to get a Double Down of his own, so I sped toward KFC.
The Double Down combo–a Double Down, one side, and a medium drink–was $7.99. Outrageous? Yes. But I had to have one. The Husband ordered something else, something that came with The Devil’s Accompaniment (coleslaw), so my experience with the Double Down would be solo. Once home, we unwrapped everything, and my first impression of the Double Down was that it was smaller than I expected. My first bite? Tasty, but not mind-blowing. Ultimately? I won’t get it again. I’m glad that my doctors don’t read my blog…I have a feeling they’d have something to say on the effects of a Double Down on one’s cholesterol and blood pressure. Thankfully (and surprisingly, for a fat girl) my blood pressure and cholesterol are perfect. Blood sugar? Eh, we all have our faults.
