How not to order medications

So, I got on the schedule for my cycle. When you can be scheduled depends on incubator space. I start on birth control pills on April 17th (roughly- again depends on my cycle), then on the Lupron shots on May 7th. This means that I should be pregnant by the end of June. I am feeling better about the whole thing (again). I figure I will learn one of two things about myself during this process:
1. I am much much stronger than I ever thought I could be
2. I don't want babies nearly as much as I thought I did

Either way, we'll know.

Before you start with medications, you have to confirm an order with the pharmacy for a 3'X 3' box of vials and needles that is sent to your door. Yesterday, I had to get some dental work done and they sedated me. The post op instructions say very clearly that I am not to make any purchases or important decisions for the rest of the day. The thing about the sedation is that it's like roofies. I'm awake and can talk, but my judgement is impaired and I won't remember anything about a conversation later. So, after my procedure, Charlie took me home and put me to bed.
Somehow, I got my phone in bed with me and checked my messages. I had 2 messages from the pharmacy telling me that I needed to call them to confirm my order for IVF medications. The last message said that if I don't call them back, they were going to call my mom because she is listed as my emergency contact. At this point, I must have panicked, because I didn't want my mom worried or in any way involved in the nuts and bolts of this process. Instead of seeking Charlie's sober guidance, I went ahead and called the pharmacy. When Charlie found me, I was talking to the pharmacy lady, wouldn't acknowledge his presence or his repeated inquiries about who I was talking to, and was taking notes about the $3800 worth of medication the pharmacy was sending. When I hung up Charlie asked who I was talking to. I said, "the pharmacy about the IVF meds". He said, " Why would you do that now?!" This was very upsetting to me, I guess, because I started crying, told him they were going to call my mom and accused him of being mean because he wouldn't let me have my phone back.
He called the pharmacy back, explained that I was impaired and got all of the correct information. Then he got me settled on the couch where he could keep a closer eye on me.
I told you, the man's a saint.