So, it looks as though I got the meds thing kind of straightened out. I
Need to go to Portland tomorrow and pay way too much money and get my script to hold me over to my appointment where I'll have to pay even more money to hang with TJ and get my monthly script.
While I'm there I need to figure out if TJ screwed up my script or if the pharmacy did. I'll have them look and if TJ wrote it right then I'm getting a copy of it and bringing to the pharmacy to bitch. They don't have to know that there's no bloody way I could have paid for the whole thing that day.
But, I don't know the truth so I don't know who it bitch about yet. Though the sad thing is I'll give TJ a hard time if he wrote it wrong, but I will raise living hell at the pharmacy if they filled it wrong. The though that a pharmacy could fill a prescription of such utter importance so wrong really freaks me out. If they were the one that was wrong then I might be changing my pharmacy, even though this one is within walking distance (in the warm weather). It scares the shit out of me that they might have filled it wrong. Though, I'm willing to admit it could have been TJ. But that is much more easily fixable than the pharmacy doing it wrong. Plus, TJ has lots of patients and it could have been an honest mistake as he was writing it differently from how he normally does. I just need to make sure I take the bottle with me.
I know I said I would not be using real names, only fake initials and funny names for people, but TJ is my doc's actual name. It's not as if I'm advertising his last name and I'm one of his few patients who actually calls him TJ. We had a talk about it last time I saw him. I told him I call him TJ out of familiarity and respect. The same as I have nick-names for other docs I love and respect who have taken care of me for a long time. Unlike the doc up in Danforth who I refer to as his first name due to the fact that I have no respect for him. I don't know him well enough to call him by his first name, I just don't respect him enough to call him Dr. _____
Well, I'm going to bed. I don't even know why I'm writing tonight. I had to work which is 2 1/2 hours of solid writing, so I don't know why I felt I needed to write more... But I did.
Even though Bam is on and I love watching it/him, I'm going to bed so I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed to go to Portland tomorrow whenever my roommates are ready to go. Yes, sometimes I hate not having wheels... But I know I'm not up to driving to Portland myself. My eyes have been too funky and my belly hurts, has hurt the past couple days. Crohn's sucks sometimes - Most of the time!
I'll get into talking about CD (Crohn's Disease) at some point soon. I know there are a lot of people out there who don't know about it and a lot who have it and would like to hear about another who has it and how they are dealing with it. I'd love to talk to other Crohnies - Give me a comment, talk to me!
And yes, I'd still like to know about others who feel the same about Prince Alberts. I'd like to know if I'm the only one who feels this way about my sex slave's piercing.
Later days...
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Super Sunday!
I started writing this earlier and my craptop went BLOOOORT! So I'm starting again and hope to get most of what I'd written before down and at least somewhat sounding good.
I realized earlier that I fall into an interesting sub-set of American culture. I NEVER miss the Superbowl, yet rarely know until the day of the game as to who's playing. The only reason I know who's playing before the game eve starts is due to reading a blurb written by a female wrestler where she gave her predictions as to who was going to win. She thought it would be Bears over Colts. We'll have to see.
I also wanted to mention that I'm trying my best to not use any one's real names here in my blog. A number of posts ago I referred to the guy I'm dating as PB. PB is not his initials, it's a joke between us. The initials stand for Penis Boy. I also referred to him as Bork. Those who are of our age group will recognize what Bork means. So, I will be referring to people by who they are or what they mean to me, not by name...
Unless they have more than pissed me off (used me threatened me, treated me like absolute shit!) and I feel their name needs to be used to ward other people off from them. I don't want others to be hurt or taken by people who have done horrible things. Such as I have no trouble saying Miriam's name and telling everyone what it has done to me, my friends and family. Hell, I want the FBI, CIA, military, FAME, Homeland Security, local police and anyone else who will listen, to know what this person has done to screw people over and hurt people purposefully. I do not like this person for what it's done and have no trouble letting people know so this person can not hurt other people and treat other people the way it's treated myself, my friends and my family. Heck, I'm pissed about the thousands of high school seniors who have been screwed by it running up over $480,000 in college loans that it never panned on repaying. Never mind the lies (stories according to it) it tells about being a spook in Vietnam. I don't understand why someone would tell such lies. Lies that are so easy to check the truth on. I could go on and on about this person and would love the correct people to know so it would get what it truly deserves. Karma just does not seem to be coming back to this person, but I hope to be on the sidelines when it does happen.
Okay, I've been bitching enough. I'm going for a smoke before the game!
Later Days!
I realized earlier that I fall into an interesting sub-set of American culture. I NEVER miss the Superbowl, yet rarely know until the day of the game as to who's playing. The only reason I know who's playing before the game eve starts is due to reading a blurb written by a female wrestler where she gave her predictions as to who was going to win. She thought it would be Bears over Colts. We'll have to see.
I also wanted to mention that I'm trying my best to not use any one's real names here in my blog. A number of posts ago I referred to the guy I'm dating as PB. PB is not his initials, it's a joke between us. The initials stand for Penis Boy. I also referred to him as Bork. Those who are of our age group will recognize what Bork means. So, I will be referring to people by who they are or what they mean to me, not by name...
Unless they have more than pissed me off (used me threatened me, treated me like absolute shit!) and I feel their name needs to be used to ward other people off from them. I don't want others to be hurt or taken by people who have done horrible things. Such as I have no trouble saying Miriam's name and telling everyone what it has done to me, my friends and family. Hell, I want the FBI, CIA, military, FAME, Homeland Security, local police and anyone else who will listen, to know what this person has done to screw people over and hurt people purposefully. I do not like this person for what it's done and have no trouble letting people know so this person can not hurt other people and treat other people the way it's treated myself, my friends and my family. Heck, I'm pissed about the thousands of high school seniors who have been screwed by it running up over $480,000 in college loans that it never panned on repaying. Never mind the lies (stories according to it) it tells about being a spook in Vietnam. I don't understand why someone would tell such lies. Lies that are so easy to check the truth on. I could go on and on about this person and would love the correct people to know so it would get what it truly deserves. Karma just does not seem to be coming back to this person, but I hope to be on the sidelines when it does happen.
Okay, I've been bitching enough. I'm going for a smoke before the game!
Later Days!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Checks and Stuff...
On my way home today my roommate called to tell me my SS checks
had been sent to my old address again! I have changed my address with them three times as of today. They are driving me crazy!
So, now not only was my script F'ed up, I'll be out of meds and totally screwed, now there's no money to get it fixed!!!
I get home about twenty minutes and dozens of tears later only to get on the phone and yell at Social Security (actually she was really nice so I felt like I'd be a total bitch if I yelled, so I fell into being little miss nice girl). Then I left a blubbering voice mail for Marsha (Mom). Finally I got on IM and got Ogre to send my checks so I could have money to pay my doc bill and get my meds (hopefully). Mom called around six and said she'd help me out financially. She's sending me a check for emergencies. That way I'll Have some extra money in the bank in case the poop hits the whirley bird on the ceiling.
In the end I did get as much straightened out here as I could. I still have to figure out the med situation and probably drive to Portland to get it fixed, but I'm not going off on another adventure until next weekend. It will be nice to be home for a full week - Something I have not done since before the end of December holidays. I'm not saying I hate my adventures - Not at all! I love going off and having fun. It's just nice to be home and with my friends (more like family). I don't like that the house is a bit cool for my body (much warmer up at Bork's house - Except the parts of the house blocked off for the winter {which unfortunately includes the potty!}) And that the sex at home is only for the roommates. That's something else that makes my adventures fun, but I can wait a week.
Am I the only one who is not thrilled with guys having their winkie's pierced? I just find it uncomfortable. Those who have been with me know I'm a little girl *wink, wink*, is that maybe my problem with pierced winkies? I just find it uncomfortable, personally. Am I the only one? I'd like to know what other women think/feel about this subject!
Later days...
had been sent to my old address again! I have changed my address with them three times as of today. They are driving me crazy!
So, now not only was my script F'ed up, I'll be out of meds and totally screwed, now there's no money to get it fixed!!!
I get home about twenty minutes and dozens of tears later only to get on the phone and yell at Social Security (actually she was really nice so I felt like I'd be a total bitch if I yelled, so I fell into being little miss nice girl). Then I left a blubbering voice mail for Marsha (Mom). Finally I got on IM and got Ogre to send my checks so I could have money to pay my doc bill and get my meds (hopefully). Mom called around six and said she'd help me out financially. She's sending me a check for emergencies. That way I'll Have some extra money in the bank in case the poop hits the whirley bird on the ceiling.
In the end I did get as much straightened out here as I could. I still have to figure out the med situation and probably drive to Portland to get it fixed, but I'm not going off on another adventure until next weekend. It will be nice to be home for a full week - Something I have not done since before the end of December holidays. I'm not saying I hate my adventures - Not at all! I love going off and having fun. It's just nice to be home and with my friends (more like family). I don't like that the house is a bit cool for my body (much warmer up at Bork's house - Except the parts of the house blocked off for the winter {which unfortunately includes the potty!}) And that the sex at home is only for the roommates. That's something else that makes my adventures fun, but I can wait a week.
Am I the only one who is not thrilled with guys having their winkie's pierced? I just find it uncomfortable. Those who have been with me know I'm a little girl *wink, wink*, is that maybe my problem with pierced winkies? I just find it uncomfortable, personally. Am I the only one? I'd like to know what other women think/feel about this subject!
Later days...
