Though it's not always the postal workers... in my grandfather's neighborhood there was a thief who just went up and down the streets checking mailboxes and taking card-shaped envelopes; s/he, whoever it was, knew the neighborhood was populated by lots of older people who had trouble seeing out to the street (and their mailboxes) and weren't mobile enough to jump up and run after someone rifling through their mailbox even if they did see something suspicious. I think the asshole was eventually caught, but just about exactly none of the money was recovered.

Stupid mail thieving bastards.

Owen's been singing about making pies all day and our pie store is closed. Feh. I'm craving PIE.

Luckily my dental insurance will cover 80% of the procedure. I'm not getting this done until the summer though.

askye, I'm glad you're getting this done. And yay for the coverage to pay for most of it!

Though it's not always the postal workers... in my grandfather's neighborhood there was a thief who just went up and down the streets checking mailboxes and taking card-shaped envelopes; s/he, whoever it was, knew the neighborhood was populated by lots of older people who had trouble seeing out to the street (and their mailboxes) and weren't mobile enough to jump up and run after someone rifling through their mailbox even if they did see something suspicious. I think the asshole was eventually caught, but just about exactly none of the money was recovered.

I was home and went to get the mail a couple seconds after I heard it arrive, otherwise I would have suspected my neighbors.

Sean, I hope you can get S's script filled, and that she's feeling better, soon. Gah.

Owen's been singing about making pies all day and our pie store is closed. Feh. I'm craving PIE.

Great. Now I am, too.

Where I used to live I'd sometimes get envelopes that had the corner flap torn up, almost as if someone had peeked inside. After a while I noticed that this was only happening to envelopes that looked as if they contained cards.

That's also the place where I got ungodly late mail delivery. The latest I ever received mail was 8:20 PM.

Sean, my god. ::shakes fist at PTB:: Good luck with the prescription filling, and gentle, hovering-not-touching pats to S's knee.

Owen's been singing about making pies all day and our pie store is closed.

You were totally right about Sara getting the "ninjas steal pie" from The Backyardigans, by the way. I love that episode! The Sherlock Holmes one is my all-time favorite, though.

I have no pie, either, but then I usually want cake. I ate all of ours, though.

The Sherlock Holmes one is my all-time favorite, though.

I'm going to have to go with The Tea Party. All new episodes this week, by the way.

Owen turned into devil child at bath time and hasn't stopped screaming the whole time. He LOVES baths. Kids are freaks.

My mother used to send me cash in an envelope with Please Remit on it.

Sean, I hope you can get S's script filled, and that she's feeling better, soon. Gah.

Thanks for the well wishes in this regard, everyone, but it was not to be.

I called the hospital, got them to give me a prescription for her morphine in the proper (or so I thought) format, and directions to a pharmacy that had the morphine in stock.

Unfortunately, while the prescription was being filled, the hospital called and told them they actually couldn't prescribe morphine on an outpatient basis, for reasons that pass understanding, and had the pharmacy change it to a script for hydrocodone 7.5mg/ibuprofin 200mg.

S cannot take this, as this medication can cause bleeding, a problem she was in that same hospital for TWO WEEKS AGO, and should not be taken with lasix, which she is on for other problems related to her liver.

None of this was resolved until almost 4:00pm, which is too late to get a prescription from her PCP and get filled at the one pharmacy that we know *can* fill such a prescription -- the pharmacy at the county hospital, which takes at least two hours to fill prescriptions (especially on Mondays) and that closes at 6:00pm. So, S is stuck without pain meds of any kind today.

Good God, Sean. What the fuck hospital is this?

I work for a good, good, good man, and I know another good, good, good man who has a faculty appointment in Anesthesia and also covers for the pain management service. If you want to email me details, I can check with the two of them and see if they have any contacts at all at any LA-area hospitals that could help, either with the meds or with navigating the bullshit bureaucracy.