It’s one of my guilty pleasures. Every two weeks, I get a mani/pedi.
It’s usually the same group of women in there, chatting away.
When I can, I tune it out. But during a recent visit, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Yeah, I’m on a new antidepressant now. I felt fine taking the old one. But Thi [the nail technician] didn’t like what it was doing to my nails. So I got my doctor to change it.”
Hmmm… I usually let Thi pick my nail color. But my prescription drugs?
Then again, Thi probably spends more time with this woman than the doctor who chose the original scrip did.