I’ve been fighting an almost constant sinus infection for over a month. (By the way, I’m finding my best medicine is prayer. And I am dead serious on this. That’ll be a post to come in the next day or two.)  As such, I’ve been popping Sudafed like its candy to get through every day.

Dear Meth addicts… thank you SO MUCH for making it so hard for us sinus sufferers to buy medicine. I mean, I just LOVE having to fill out forms and whatnot just to be able to breathe. Oh and that whole only able to buy it when the pharmacy is open… yeah that just rocks the planet. Because I NEVER run out of medicine on a Sunday at 5:00 in the afternoon. Nope. Never happens.

Dear legislative people who want to make Sudafed a prescription-only medicine. That’s just awesome. Yeah, I really want to have a doctors bill on top of jumping through hoops to be able to breathe. I mean… why not!? I mean, its not like its a basic necessity to living.

All sarcasm aside, I had to buy “Nasal Decongestant” — as the generic box says — today. I ran out, and that PE stuff? It just doesn’t cut it when you’re fighting something like I’ve been fighting.

So, I made my way to the pharmacy counter to buy Sudafed nasal decongestant. The lady hands me a form to fill out and I break into a cold sweat. Address. Crap. I just moved. And in Tennessee you don’t get a new license when you move. You fill out a form and get a little slip of paper that says in their records the address changed.

The pharmacy tech is typing my information in her little database, using my old address. What do I do? Use my new address and raise eyebrows? Or do I use my old address and risk and raising other eyebrows. I LITERALLY started sweating. I JUST WANT TO BREATHE!!

I opted for my old address as it shows on my driver’s license. Path of least resistance. I hope. I mean, I bought Sudafed down in Texas several times, and they always used my old address and it was no big deal. I decided to just go with that… Until I couldn’t remember my ZIP code. CRAP! And I didn’t have any checks on me to look it up.

I had to ask the pharmacy tech for my ZIP code. Real smooth there. Yeah, way to stay cool. She didn’t seem phased at least, but still… I felt like a criminal. ALL FOR BUYING MEDICINE I NEED.

I got my meds and left. I am sitting here waiting for Federal Agents to bust down my door in a suspected meth lab investigation. Too bad all they will find is me sniffling in the corner crying, begging forgiveness because I just didn’t know what address to use.

It sucks. It does. And on top of it, I went to Kroger during Senior Buying Days and nearly ran over a few dozen little old ladies. I am clearly a criminal.

With a sinus issue.