You've got a friend in me...

This week (is it really only Wednesday?) has been a whirlwind of crazy. Moving to Texas after living in Colorado for 10 years has taken it's toll on my 29 years young body. I'm experiencing respiratory problems that leave me feeling like I've aged fifty years over night. All that aside, however, I'm learning that I (and the store) have friends in places I didn't realize.

When I went to the clinic this week to get treated for the ghastly 'asthma', the receptionist knew me instantly and asked how the shop was going. Mind you, I've never met this woman before. We talked briefly and I gave her my card and told her to stop by for some tea and shopping. When I left the clinic, scripts in hand, I called the nearest pharmacy to inquire about prescription costs. I nearly had a heart attack when I was informed that just one of the 2 inhalers I'd be picking up cost over $230. (I'll save my anti-pharmaceutical rant for my personal blog later.) Several phone calls to all of the Lubbock area pharmacies, I was still med-less, breathless, and cashless.

I called my new clinic receptionist friend and told her of my plight. They were fresh out of samples, but she promised to make a phone call and see what she could do...and what she did was work miracles! She called around to the Lubbock clinics and found one with samples to spare...in fact, the gal she spoke to lives here in Slaton, and drove the samples over!

I'm in much better spirits now and I have my lungs back! The best part of all is my new found friendship. I thought moving to a small, uber conservative town would be a difficult adjustment from living in a large city, but I'm learning that when everybody knows your name (In this case, Tipsy Gypsy), it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Thank you Slaton, Texas for your friendship.

Tipsy Gypsy Store Front Before Grand Opening (That's my husband and daughter dancing)