The Pharmacy

Wanna know what's worse than waiting at the Wal-Mart Pharmacy?  Waiting at the University of Iowa Pharmacy.  You better plan on packing your lunch and a change of underwear because you're gonna be there awhile ! ! !  And if you don't believe me, you could've asked the skeleton sitting beside me holding his prescription card.

Mom actually had a good idea that I should call ahead to make sure my prescription was ready, and I probably should have, but I didn't.  In the Pharmacy's defense, they DID have the prescription ready, but then there was the other problem.........INSURANCE.  The insurance company decided that they weren't going to pay for something, and I had to call them, and give them my life history, and wait, and wait, and wait, for them to call me back and tell me they weren't paying for my prescription.  TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER..........I finally ending up picking up my stuff and getting poor little Lia, who was getting pretty tired of walking the hallway by then, out of Dodge.  I looked out the skywalk window and this is what I saw for about a half a mile.

Yep, you guessed it....................FRESHMAN.  Ulgh, I truly do not know how these young adults survive their first year of college jay-walking all over the place, pulling out in front of your car, while they're talking on their phone while riding a bike.  Dashing in and out of downtown traffic in the dark, while texting their BFF's.  I dread the return of the college students to Iowa City. 

So yeah, about a million freshman, all wearing the same t-shirts, were walking from behind the hospital, to the football stadium.  It was complete insanity.....and freshman don't WALK, they LOLLYGAG.  They talk to each other, and take their sweet time, and stand in front of your car when the guy directing traffic waves you on.  They high-five each other "whooooooo hoooooooooo, we're out of the house, we're grown", and they just don't pay attention.  It's annoying at best. 

So Lia, and exasperated Mommy, waited in the car.  She loved the gold shirts and all of the action.  She wanted to be a freshman at Iowa too. 

She even had time to have a snack in the car, because the Lexus wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon, until the freshman were all safely tucked away in the student section of Kinnick Stadium (probably for the remainder of what appeared to be Freshman orientation).  The street was blocked, the parking ramp was backed up.  There was nothing to do but wait and watch. 

"Want a cookie, mommy?"

Finally we got out to the road, and then the guy directing traffic made me turn right when I just wanted nothing more than to turn left.  "Oh please, oh please, don't make me go all the way through Coralville to get back to the interstate.  Please let me go down Melrose Avenue."  No dice. 

So in summary, if you're going to get any medications or pharmaceutical supplies at the University of Iowa Hospital, make sure to forward your mail, because we won't be seeing you for a very. long. time.