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Well, you have your good day and then...
I left early for my appointment with the doc so I could stop by Best Buy and get the monitor cable I needed. I grilled the young man who offered to help, and told him what I needed. He assured me what I had in my hand was exactly what I needed. He lied, as I found out later.
Went to lunch where I promptly dropped something on my new shirt. It happens -- the girls make that easy. No biggie, but still. Made it to the appointment with fifteen minutes to spare, which I spent roasting in my car because it was gawddamned 100 degrees today. Sweating like WWF wrestler and smelling like an onion.
Went to the door -- it's locked. Nobody home.
I waited (and roasted) another ten minutes, called the office, got the machine and left a message. Then, I figured I'd head to the Ninth Level of Hell (AKA Walmart) to see if the prescription for high blood pressure had been called in. It hadn't.
Well, I said, I wouldn't be panicked but I took the last one this morning and he blew me off the appointment today.
Oh, says the pharmacist. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you enough to tide you over until we can get a hold of him.
FABULOUS.
Six pills. Forty cents. I take two a day. (FOR THE LOVE OF BAYBEE JAYZUZ, PEOPLE, I'M NOT TRYING TO SCORE NARCOTICS HERE. IT'S BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICATION, AND YOU ARE MAKING IT RISE. *SIGH*) Thank you very much, I smile. Grimace, actually, if you want to get technical.
So. Pissed.
The cable is NOT the right one. I believe I may have to bring in both the laptop and the monitor so someone can hook me up. Gah.
AND...I found out today via Facebook one of my favorite teachers and good friend of my momma's passed away. Just yesterday I thought of Momma being with me garage saleing, and I didn't cry and I thought...wow. Maybe I'm better, maybe things are getting better.
Today, I missed her so much and of course, after finding out about Mr. Fordham, I bawled and bawled. I just wanted to call her and talk to her, or snuggle with her, or just see her face. Talk about Mr. F and all the crazy things they used to do. Knowing Momma, and knowing Mr. F, I know there were some juicy stories there. I hope they're raising hell.
And then...I don't know if this is weird or what, but I felt angry with Mr. F because he's where my momma is now and I'm not. How stupid is that?
*sigh*
I'm in my jammies now, vacillating between reading "Eclipse", working on a cross stitch, and wiping my eyes and blowing my nose.
I hate Saturday today. She was a real bitch.
I left early for my appointment with the doc so I could stop by Best Buy and get the monitor cable I needed. I grilled the young man who offered to help, and told him what I needed. He assured me what I had in my hand was exactly what I needed. He lied, as I found out later.
Went to lunch where I promptly dropped something on my new shirt. It happens -- the girls make that easy. No biggie, but still. Made it to the appointment with fifteen minutes to spare, which I spent roasting in my car because it was gawddamned 100 degrees today. Sweating like WWF wrestler and smelling like an onion.
Went to the door -- it's locked. Nobody home.
I waited (and roasted) another ten minutes, called the office, got the machine and left a message. Then, I figured I'd head to the Ninth Level of Hell (AKA Walmart) to see if the prescription for high blood pressure had been called in. It hadn't.
Well, I said, I wouldn't be panicked but I took the last one this morning and he blew me off the appointment today.
Oh, says the pharmacist. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you enough to tide you over until we can get a hold of him.
FABULOUS.
Six pills. Forty cents. I take two a day. (FOR THE LOVE OF BAYBEE JAYZUZ, PEOPLE, I'M NOT TRYING TO SCORE NARCOTICS HERE. IT'S BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICATION, AND YOU ARE MAKING IT RISE. *SIGH*) Thank you very much, I smile. Grimace, actually, if you want to get technical.
So. Pissed.
The cable is NOT the right one. I believe I may have to bring in both the laptop and the monitor so someone can hook me up. Gah.
AND...I found out today via Facebook one of my favorite teachers and good friend of my momma's passed away. Just yesterday I thought of Momma being with me garage saleing, and I didn't cry and I thought...wow. Maybe I'm better, maybe things are getting better.
Today, I missed her so much and of course, after finding out about Mr. Fordham, I bawled and bawled. I just wanted to call her and talk to her, or snuggle with her, or just see her face. Talk about Mr. F and all the crazy things they used to do. Knowing Momma, and knowing Mr. F, I know there were some juicy stories there. I hope they're raising hell.
And then...I don't know if this is weird or what, but I felt angry with Mr. F because he's where my momma is now and I'm not. How stupid is that?
*sigh*
I'm in my jammies now, vacillating between reading "Eclipse", working on a cross stitch, and wiping my eyes and blowing my nose.
I hate Saturday today. She was a real bitch.
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