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Well, spank me.
Waited at the after hours for an hour and a half. I felt like I was at the gate to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, and the junk man was going to roll his cart by and say "No one ever goes in, and no one ever comes out."
Only to be prescribed prescription strength Aleve. Um, I can take a couple extra Aleve on my own, thank you very much. And I couldn't fill it anyway because I had another script to pick up and I was low on cash and my bank was closed (closes at 7.)
So I went home, barely made it through 2 Broke Girls, and went to bed.
Of course, my muscle stopped spasming, finally, which is good.
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