I think if my husband hadn't been part of the day I would have had that problem too wickedwings. But I almost started laughing on the way to the vets when I realized I'd left the chicken cooking on top of the stove. The laughter had been bubbling up from the left-the-purse while not-getting-the-prescription. I mean, those things just don't happen like that very often except in stories.

My biggest problem was my own anxiety getting in there with the "what ifs" and I was able to squash or defy them pretty well, just patiently solving each problem straight-forwardly as it came up. Having a calm, patient husband at my side helped enormously.