I hereby sentence Dr. Hil's ex-advisor to cleaning the fatbergs out of his local sewer system.
Congratulations, Hil! You made it!
Jilli, much ~ma for your friend.
'Hell Bound'
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I hereby sentence Dr. Hil's ex-advisor to cleaning the fatbergs out of his local sewer system.
Congratulations, Hil! You made it!
Jilli, much ~ma for your friend.
He'll rebel by being a popular football playing frat boy.
And now I am seeing Shane as Tim Riggins.
I watch too much TV, don't I?
Windsparrow comes up with the most poetical cursings.
We have an app a Buffista for that.
At least two.
Shane as Tim Riggins.
Dude! Don't say things like that!
I'm sorry! My brain is weird.
eta: and I don't really think it would happen. Shane's already had more good parenting than Tim ever did.
Yay Hil! OMGWTFPHD!
I edited something yesterday and learned that the DEA is going to permit e-prescribing of controlled substances (narcotics, etc.). About fucking time.
About fucking time indeed. Kaiser has this spiffy computer network that sends the prescription order directly to the pharmacy, except in the case of scheduled drugs. Then the doctor has to print out the prescription so that I can walk down the hall to hand it to the pharmacy.
For Aims. And Dana. And others.
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I want a puppy. And a prince.
I edited something yesterday and learned that the DEA is going to permit e-prescribing of controlled substances (narcotics, etc.). About fucking time.
About fucking time indeed. Kaiser has this spiffy computer network that sends the prescription order directly to the pharmacy, except in the case of scheduled drugs. Then the doctor has to print out the prescription so that I can walk down the hall to hand it to the pharmacy.
Hell, I lived through the utter fuckwittery of being in such horrible pain I couldn't drive, and yet the only way I could get the pain meds refilled was to drive 15 minutes to the doctor's office, walk in, have the receptionist hand me the prescription, and then walk back out, get in the car, drive 15 minutes to the pharmacy, go home, and cry. (The pharmacy, you see, was literally 2 minutes from my house, but because of the fucking DEA, I had to jump through painful hoops to get meds I needed. And I'll stop now before this turns into an epic rant.)
About fucking time.
I ... might go back on the meds.
I am lucky in that my doctor can call in my pain medication. I am unlucky in that they don't seem to unless I harass them by mail and email, and that's just about every month. So I dedicate one Thursday a week to calling and emailing repeatedly just so I don't get any interruption in medication. Problem is, doctor thinks I shouldn't be taking so much pain meds. Other problem is--I need them. He can feel free to cure me any time.