The word struggle is on my radar and sure enough, as I try to pin down my thoughts on the subject it’s a…struggle.
After spending all day (5:30a.m.- 3:30p.m.) yesterday accompanying my brother through day surgery, I take him to his house and go get his medicine. I’m drained, my foot hurts and I am ready to be finished with this commitment.
I’ll just use the pharmacy drive through. That’ll be easier, I think.
But I need his ID (which I don’t have) for one of his medicines, one is over the counter which means I need to come inside, and one is currently out of stock.
I snap at the clerk and drive off.
I am not proud of this response. As I drive back to my brother’s to get his ID, I regroup. It isn’t the clerk’s fault that an ID is required with narcotics. When I return I’ll go in rather than try to use the drive through.
Once inside the store I realize how busy the clerk is. She may feel just as drained as I. We start over. She takes the ID, points me to the aisle where I find the medicine I need and offers to call another pharmacy to see if they have the missing prescription. I thank her and smile.
Sometimes I’m just going to snap, even as I struggle to stay mindful.