I want to know how I'm suddenly getting lots of mail with Hubby's name on it at my new place. The health ads must be hooked into either the hospital or my doctor's office, we had a joint setup at AARP so they must have received the address change through whatever nefarious networks they have, heck, my college may be selling my new address, they picked it up fast. I just wish the NRA would follow through on their threats of Final Notice!
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I'm waiting for my antibiotic to be filled. Mom was going to drop it off and forgot and didn't realize until o called her because they didn't have th3 prescription.
The most annoying lady was around. She barged in front of the line saying she was seeing if he prescription was ready. When. I said something she always surprised "I'm here to pick up!!" Like everyone in the line.
I got mad and walked off before I could swear. I came back and she was pulling stuff out of her cart to get ring ip.
Then she paid with a check.
Waited until the end to fill any of it out and sign it.
I do pay for stuff at the pharmacy counter that isn't a prescription, but I limit it to 2 or 3 things, not a cart full, because it drives me batshit crazy when someone picks up their prescription and then has a cart full of stuff, too. I feel like the pharmacy counter should be the equivalent of the "8 items or fewer" lane at the grocery store.
The technician who performed my echocardiogram said, after emphasizing that she's not a cardiologist, that my valve appears to be a normal factory-issued tricuspid valve. But the actual cardiologist will still have to read it and send the results to my primary-care physician.
So I'm tentatively optimistic, pending confirmation.
I wish the clerks would send people like that to the end of the line, askye. I get that they don't want to be confrontational, but it isn't fair to the polite. I'm getting more vocal when I see stuff like that.
Yay for normal valves! Glad they said something, if there is any doubt they keep quiet.
I pay for stuff too but it's more that she jumped the line and then took a ton of time.
Like if she was just going to ask if her prescription was ready and then go to the back of the line I would be ok.
But no, she cut in front of everyone and then took her sweet time while we all waited.
That sounds really good Tep! I hope your doctor confirms things
Yay for factory-standard, Steph. None of those second-market knockoffs.
Unless it's at skull-puncturing height, which the upper cabinet doors in our old kitchen were, for H, and those were always, always closed immediately after use, I have no preference for open or closed drawers, cabinet doors, or actual doors. What I hate is not-quite-closed, with an inch or so gap. Anything could be there in the dark, watching. You don't know. Open the damn thing wide so it can't hide, or close it all the way so whatever it is can't spy.
And cover those black window panes at night. I don't care if we're on the third floor--some things fly or crawl, and I can't stand the feeling of being spied on. I mean, sure, if you want to watch, stand there in the light and enjoy the damn view. But don't hide and peek, that's just rude.
my valve appears to be a normal factory-issued tricuspid valve.
Woot, woot!!!
I'm working outside on a beautiful day again. I love my back patio. One of these days I'll get the re-landscaping done, but I can ignore that part of the yard.
I have my granddaughter (eeep, but might as well get used to saying that) sanding some wood shelves. She is getting through them quick enough, I may see if I have what is needed to start painting them too!!! It is a paying gig for her.
Open the damn thing wide so it can't hide, or close it all the way so whatever it is can't spy.
Proper etiquette for dealing with the Goddess Anoia.
My landlord just came over again about the air conditioning, and lectured me again about the mess. I told him that I'm hiring a professional organizer.
The air conditioning guy thinks that the problem might be that there are things blocking the vents within my apartment, but I showed the landlord where all the vents are, and that they're clear.