I was doing so well. I sucked it up and saw a doctor about my shoulder. I went to get my prescription myself. I was stuck 2 hours at the clinic waiting to be seen and didn’t yell at anyone or get upset. They forgot about me and I didn’t get upset. 

But then I found out that the muscle relaxant was on back order and I’d have to wait at least 2 days for it. Or drive way out of my way during rush hour for it. And loser edgelord over here had to have a fucking breakdown in the fitting room. At Walmart. I had a breakdown at walmart. In front of a pharmacist. 

Why.