5. Eat!

Ok, that's it! After Firefly, I'm going shopping.

That's it? Okay, I have to try this. Thanks, vw!

Yup! That's it. My work here is done.

Yup! That's it. My work here is done.

Well, you COULD come over and make them for me... of course there IS that pesky geography thing, plus creepy-stranger-internet-guy-visiting thing.

Obviously then she should come make them for me instead.

t attempted bug bogart

Where's MM with his machine?

Pfft. Same question I've been asking!

That's very similar to the way I fry chicken breasts.

Now, I shall make you all angry/jealous with a quick description of my day:

1) Woke up. This was the worst part of the day.
2) Showered
3) Texted friend to make sure she was alive (it took her and two friends about 10 hours longer to make it to Montreal than it should have yesterday. Terrible day, I gathered.) She was. There was much rejoicing.
4) Ate lunch (warmed-up leftover hamburger)
5) Went swimming. Exercise-style. Yay endorphins.
6) Read a book in the sun. With sunscreen and sunglasses. I was cool, y'all. Totally cool.
7) Swam some more.
8) Read some more.
9) Went and visited a friend at her work - a bookstore. Drank an italian soda. Read some more.
10) Made date with friend for tonight, after midnight, to catch up. Left bookstore.
11) Ate pizza.
12) Now, I nap.

My life is SO HARD.

Also, Aimée, you are fabulous mother. I declare it so, as somebody who also had a fabulous mother. Em will declare it so, too, when she stops being quite so cute and is instead capable of forming full, coherent sentences on abstract subjects. Which is probably sometime next week at the rate she's growing.

I'm pissed off.

Partly at myself, mostly at the pharmacy.

I screwed up because I thought I was out of refills for Lamictal and had 1 left on Seroquel. It would make sense, that way because I'm prescribed a bit more Seroquel to help me sleep and when I take the minimum dose I can make Seroquel last. Lamictal, not so much. It's once a day.

I go to the pharmacy to pick up the Seroquel and there's none. They try to tell me that I didn't get Lamictal in May. I know that's not right, but I don't have any records to back that up.

From now on I'm keeping every slip of paper the pharmacy gives me. So on Monday I have to call, explain to the doctor what happened, and ask them to give me samples of Seroquel to last until Aug 29, and can I pick them up after work?

But the pharmacy screwed up big time and the pharmacist all but in words called me a liar.

See, today Mom went to pick up a couple of her prescriptions. She gets them, pays for them, and looks through them and discovers --- she's got my Lamictal. And she tells the cashier "This isn't mine. It's my daughter's. But I'm going to keep it and give it to her." THe cashier says "okay." And Mom walks out with my prescription.

I tell this to the pharmacist. You gave my prescription to Mom and no one realized the mistake until after she paid. No no no, that didn't happen, that couldn't happen, they'd never do anything like that. Well, she ended up wtih my drugs. No, I'm told. I must have misunderstood and Mom picked it up for me.

"We can't tell who's the mother and who's the daughter, just by the names." That's the reason I'm given for the mix up -- IF There was a mix up, they are denying that.

I try to point out that they gave out my prescription to someone with the same last name. Thankfully it was Mom but it could have been anyone. And then they let her keep it.

So Mom's calling and giving them an earful about the mix up.

Someone could have taken my meds and I would have been screwed.

So, they said that they didn't have a script for you but they'd already given your Rx to your mom too? There just aren't words for that. Well, not nice ones. Massive screw-up. Which would be less offensive if they copped to it.