Note to GYNs everywhere (and especially mine): Diflucan is not some dangerously addictive substance that's going to take me on a crazyride to Fun City only to leave me licking sugar packets in an alleyway behind a Denny's and later writing an overwrought memoir about my journey which everyone will pretend to be moved by. It's a one-day antibiotic pill, for cryin out loud, and the most effective, cheap and non-messy one around for a certain common female condition, as you well know. So it would really help if I wasn't made to feel like some desperado out of Drugstore Cowboy the one or two times a year I call you and request a prescription. In addition, I think we all -- particularly those who work in an establishment such as yours -- are familiar with the classic symptoms of such a condition, thus making it unnecessary for me to have to describe and repeat said symptoms in explicit detail over the phone to you and half of Wall Street during my lunch hour. Thanks.
(Photo courtesy of the fabulous Bread Museum of St. Petersburg)