Craptacular, part deux

I called Evan off of school this morning, as he's still got the crud. He's eating some cereal now, and I've already been on the phone to the doctor's office. They insist that the drops have been called in to the pharmacy (in a somewhat annoyed tone, of course). So my next plan of action is to get dressed, go up to the pharmacy, and not leave until I get some satisfaction. I should be plenty bitchy for that, as my hips are killing me and my fingers are swelled up like sausages. If my bitchiness fails to get results, know that Evan is eating Coco Puffs and his fury will be unleashed if our demands are not met (thanks Eden for the suggestion).

ETA: We finally got the drops! Once we got to the pharmacy, they still had nothing for Ev, so I waited there while the pharmacist called the doctor and things got straightened out. I still don't know whose fault this whole fiasco was, but at this point I'm just glad it's over. Now we move to actually trying to get the drops into Evan's eyes....