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.

Ok, I just checked with my boss. If you can call the prescribing doctor -- if s/he's gone home, insist that the answering service send out a page. If there's an ER anywhere near you at all and you and S can bear to leave the house again, the doctor should call that ER, tell them S is coming in, and prescribe a stat morphine injection for the moment she arrives (this gets around the "how can we tell she's not just a drug hound showing up begging for painkillers?" issue).

Then call the doctor again tomorrow and make sure s/he speaks to a pharmacy and gets verbal confirmation from the person in charge that the morphine prescription will be filled and that s/he is to be paged if anyone else has any issues with this.

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

Providence St. Joseph in Burbank. Normally a VERY good hospital, but apparently there's a bit of disconnect between ER (or, at least, ER night staff) and the other physicians she's seen in the hospital.

If you can call the prescribing doctor -- if s/he's gone home, insist that the answering service send out a page. If there's an ER anywhere near you at all and you and S can bear to leave the house again, the doctor should call that ER, tell them S is coming in, and prescribe a stat morphine injection for the moment she arrives (this gets around the "how can we tell she's not just a drug hound showing up begging for painkillers?" issue).

We may try this route, though right now, S is trying to actually sleep some. We'll see what we can make happen tonight. It might not. S might just decide to muscle through the night, until we can get her more pain meds in the morning.

I did run this by S, and I don't think she's up to trying it tonight.

See, our apartment is VERY not handicap-friendly. It's forty steps from the ground to our apartment door. It was a nightmare trying to get her up them this morning. Even suggesting trying to get her down them, and then back up later produced a very vehement FUCK NO.

It seems she'd rather suffer through the night and wait for the morning for me to go out and try again, than to brave the stairs.