Ouch, Part 2 (which is certainly one part too many)

I know everyone is concerned about my blood-drawing incident. Last night, it was an interesting experiment to tell how much of a wuss I really am. We had a portamedic come by to do a quick exam for our life insurance application (a sure sign that we are officially grown-up adults). Not only did I have to pee in a cup in our own bathroom (and then siphon it into two separate tubes), but she also drew blood. I'm happy to say, it didn't hurt one iota, so I guess the Park Nicollet woman hit a nerve in my arm. Literally.

The medic lady informed me that she was just told she's pregnant with her fifth (!) child, and then she said she had just picked up a prescription for an infection in her mouth, which I didn't really want to know about, and they gave her SOMEONE ELSE'S prescription, which she didn't realize until she had taken it. It turned out to be thyroid medication, and while her doctor told her it wouldn't hurt the baby, it's still a good lesson: If you're getting a prescription, check the name on the bottle in addition to the name on the bag. Especially if it's from Walgreens.