I stopped by one of those minute clinic drop in places this morning so I could show them my sinuses and see if they thought maybe I had an infection.
"That one is totally inflamed" the nurse practitioner said. Then she wrote me up a prescription and sent me on my way.
I dropped the prescription off at Walgreens and then decided to pick up a couple that were waiting for Thor. Only to find out that a group number or something has changed and there will be no prescription pick ups until things are straightened out or we are willing to pay $200 for each of Thor's medicines and something else for mine.
What the hell. So Thor's out of town for the afternoon and I have to try and see if we got something in the mail that reflects the magic number I need to get or drugs for cheap.
crap crap crap
Like it's going to be easy to shuffle through all the paperwork to find something that's probably sitting in Thor's wallet or on his desk at work but he refuses to believe that and thinks it's up to me to look everywhere in the house before he'll look at all.
And do it while trying to keep from looking down as that causes serious sinus pain.
And so, I just ate two cheeseburgers from McDonald's because they don't have a one cheeseburger meal by number, so I, being out of sorts, just went ahead and ordered the two cheeseburger meal - planning on tossing the other one but going ahead and eating the second burger anyway. Which is something I never, ever do, especially when I'm being so successful with the Weight Watchers lately (goodbye 6 pounds!) and really didn't want to have just vegetables for dinner but now will have just vegetables for dinner because I allow illness and stress to dictate the second cheeseburger intake.
I was supposed to pick up my friend, Buzz, and take her in for lab work today after her first day of chemo yesterday. But I got a message, while I was waiting at the minute clinic, that she was feeling so happy and peppy that she was on her way to the Y to work out and then was going to driver herself to the clinic herself.
This is supposed to be a bad day for her due to the chemo giver. I do believe that Buzz is redefining what a cancer patient is.
Go Buzz!
Oh, and thanks for making me look like an even a bigger loser. Chemo one day/working out at the YMCA the next day. While I just found out that I still have gym membership through the end of November of THIS year but quit going awhile ago because I thought it expired November of LAST year. I am redefining what lazy is.
If Buzz keeps this up, and defies the odds and doesn't have to lose her hair, I might just be able to keep my hair afterall.
Oh god, with this two-cheeseburger face of mine, let me please keep my hair for a little bit longer.
12:18 p.m. - January 23, 2007
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