No meds yet. According to the mail order pharmacy, they’ve been shipped. So I’m counting the days as it were.
Meanwhile, expect snark. This kind of low-grade headache + tired + fuzzy-head means my “suitable for society” filters are gone, which in turn means I will say precisely what I think without bothering to try to phrase it politely.
Why, yes, I can be a sarcastic bitch. If this is a problem, you probably want to look elsewhere.