How did that happen you ask? Didn't you refill that prescription more than a month ago? As I shrug my shoulders and plead apathetic, I answer: until this precise moment, I've taken the pills in the dark; thereby never noting that they were any different from the previous batch.

This varying hue sent me on a wild goose chase late last night as hubby & I phoned various 24-hour pharmacies in the quest for the truth about what I held in my hot little hands. Repeatedly, those 60 minute specials about pharmaceutical errors and wrongful deaths ran full volume at warp speed through my head, and as I talked to 3 different pharmacists who had no idea what the pink pill was, I grew more and more hopeful that my recent rather debilitating depression was a result of side effects from some foreign medication rather than my own unhappiness.

An hour and a half later, with the help of a very nice person from the SavOn Drug Hotline and the most recent prescription drug reference guide, we learned that everything was fine, and the Vons pharmacy had given us a different generic drug than the SavOn pharmacy had.

I went immediately to sleep, relieved, but hubby had been wound up by the situation, and stayed up to watch bad television in the living room.

We woke up this morning and decided to go to church -- a place where we had been before we moved to San Juan Capistrano, with a pastor (B) who is one of the most incredible people I've ever met. I sat in the back row by myself, fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable, while hubby and the bit played with blocks and toys and had snacks in sunday school.

After the service, we got big hugs and smiles from the pastor, oohs and aahs on the bit, and I left feeling warm and fuzzy and cared about. Driving home, the baby decided to fall asleep in the car for 15 minutes, declared it her afternoon nap and didn't go down again until after 5 pm. We ran some assorted errands (oil change, grocery store), ate grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup and thoroughly enjoyed the x-files.