Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.

'Destiny'


Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Steph L. - Jan 25, 2011 5:53:30 am PST #18852 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

There are super-primo tough Kong's (the black ones) available for the heavy-duty chewers among us.

That's the exact Kong I got. Kato doesn't destroy his toys, but he can chew through a rawhide at the speed of light, so I figured the MegaKong would be the best bet.

I just put about a teaspoon of peanut butter in the Kong and froze it and gave it to Kato when we left for work. May do the kibble-plus-PB tomorrow.


JZ - Jan 25, 2011 5:54:43 am PST #18853 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

sumi - the pharmacy should have a "leave a message" option, so you can just leave your name, birthdate, and the name of the med you need a refill on without needing the actual prescription number. Then the pharmacy is supposed to take it from there.

Our hospital and clinics have the same policy - mostly because a pharmacy's entire reason for existing is to supply and refill meds; it shouldn't be the patient's job to contact the two professionals, pharm and MD, who should be dealing directly with each other. We used to have a handful of local pharmacies basically dumping most of their scut work on patients, many of whom were elderly, confused or struggling with mental or neurologic disabilities, and it got ridiculous and enraging (for everyone but the pharmacies).

As the patient, your only responsibilities should be to drop off the original prescription, take the meds, and call for refills. A pharmacy that isn't capable of (a) checking your records and seeing what you're currently on, and (b) contacting the prescribing doctor itself is a pharmacy run by idiots.


erikaj - Jan 25, 2011 5:55:14 am PST #18854 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-

True crime is a phase?! Jesse, you might have been confused by the fact that young!Jake Gyllenhall was the vic's son in an early Homicide, (it was a really good episode, despite what happened to Robin Williams' acting in later years)though I didn't know that NPH ever did a CI, so...


sumi - Jan 25, 2011 5:56:03 am PST #18855 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

Oh yes, my fnl dvds have been pre-ordered for a while now.


§ ita § - Jan 25, 2011 5:59:28 am PST #18856 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

it shouldn't be the patient's job to contact the two professionals, pharm and MD, who should be dealing directly with each other

Can you tell this to both my pharmacy and my doctor? Because I can't remember the last time I've had a prescription filled same day without my intervention--it's at least two calls and an email before anything happens. It's ridiculous.

Citicard called me with a fraud alert yesterday, for a purchase from canadadrugs.com. It's at least the third time in two years I've shopped with them. I'm way more worried about the kinda dicey looking site I ordered my region-free Blu Ray player from.


flea - Jan 25, 2011 6:02:32 am PST #18857 of 30001
information libertarian

we used to give Mac peanut butter in a kong toy

This totally made me do a double-take because I was imagining msbelle's son getting peanut butter out of a kong toy, and I thought, boy, these new-fangled therapists have some interesting ideas...

Right. Cashmere's dog. Sort of the way I am totally mystified when anyone's pet gets fleas.

Also, did you know I type with 2 spaces between sentences and then go back and manually remove them? I was trained to leave two spaces and cannot untrain myself even though I don't touch-type.


JZ - Jan 25, 2011 6:04:45 am PST #18858 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Can you tell this to both my pharmacy and my doctor? Because I can't remember the last time I've had a prescription filled same day without my intervention--it's at least two calls and an email before anything happens. It's ridiculous.

If I thought I had any standing with either of them, I would. Because that's the way it's supposed to work. You've got very clear orders from your doctor, and if the pharmacy has any issues with them they should damn well contact the doctor to clarify, and if it's chronic pain meds they should be on top of it right away, and they shouldn't need to do it every damn time. I don't know why they're so bullshitty with you.


Jessica - Jan 25, 2011 6:13:33 am PST #18859 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Sleepless night w/ baby --> feel like I've failed as a parent (hormones + sleep dep = IRRATIONALITY) --> taking on onerous tasks this morning just to prove I can!

So after being married nearly 10 years, DH and I finally have a joint checking account to pay our household bills from and I've spent the last few hours setting as many bills as I can to auto-pay. Unless I've missed one (entirely possible, see above re: sleep deprivation) I'm pretty sure the only thing we have to pay manually now is our credit card, since the auto-payment will only cover the minimum due. (And at our current level of debt, paying only the minimum will have us paid off in roughly 10 thousand years, which I understand is not considered a fiscally responsible choice?)


Amy - Jan 25, 2011 6:16:22 am PST #18860 of 30001
Because books.

Aw, Jess, if I was just a bit closer I would come over and amuse Aeryn while you sleep. I remember those nights all too well.


Gudanov - Jan 25, 2011 6:18:36 am PST #18861 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping

Sorry about the sleep deprivation. I remember some of those nights spent in the rocking chair.