Sharon fumbled around on her bed to find the cordless phone. She called Theo, her boss's assistant and told him she'd be late.
Which meant that she was never coming in but required a subsequent call an hour later to tell him in an exasperated tone that she'd see him tomorrow. Why did she use this method instead of just calling in sick to work with one phone call? She really didn't know.
She dialed the Successful Fertility Clinic and sat on hold for several minutes, listening to the dulcet tones of a xylophone playing the clinic's theme music from their commercial. Finally, she got the receptionist on the line.
"How can I help you? Wait, can you hold for a moment?"
The line returned to the xylophone music. Sharon spent the next interlude drawing squares on a scrap of notebook paper by the phone.
"How can I help you?"
"I'm supposed to trigger tonight and I went into my meds box and I noticed that I'm missing the ovidrel shot."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Sharon wasn't even sure if she was still speaking to someone.
"I need a new prescription," Sharon explained into the silence. "Hello?"
"I'll have Dr. Knowall call that in to Successful Pharmacy downstairs. Thank you."
The line went dead before Sharon could tell the receptionist her name.