I also found out why I went to the doctor's office at the hospital yesterday to find the doors locked and once I looped around through the main entrance, everything deserted. A quick call this morning showed that I had the date wrong, despite having a clear memory of telling myself to remember the appointment was on the 25th, it was actually the 28th. Feh.
The trip out wasn't a complete loss. I was actually feeling pretty okay and I swung by a 7-11 for a couple of crap dogs and a giant slurpee. I figure if that's not a win, it's at least a draw in the grand scheme of life. I am starting to really run out of pills though which is not a good thing. I've been patching the problem for days now with a bigass bottle of oxycodone, but it'll be nice to get a new prescription of hillbilly heroin filled.