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Where Did My Day Go?

So, there I was, happily writing on the current novel, when I realized we had to leave right away (in the middle of a climactic scene!) or we'd miss Mystique​'s doctor appointment. The sun was shining, the cats were playing, and all was well with the world. Well, the outer world. In the world of the novel, all was definitely not well, and was quickly getting worse. I was excited to see how things would play out, and my fingers were flying on the keyboard.

Oh, well, no help for it but to get up and go. Good doctors are like mothers. The more you reliably show up when they want to see you, the easier it is to convince them that there is a real emergency when one happens.

So then it was drive and drive and wait and wait and see the nice doctor (who really is a nice woman) and talk about all the routine boring things that people with chronic illness have to talk to their doctors about.

After that, a quick stop at the natural foods store that is just a couple of blocks from the doctor's office (well, that was the plan). This trip was mostly for my food, so a "quick stop" meant reading all the ingredients (in temporal duplicate) to make very sure there's nothing in the food that I'm allergic to and none of the manufacturers have changed their recipes. Then get in line. Wait and wait. Tell the checker that the fruit isn't black or red plums, it's pluots. Pack stuff into the bags we brought. Then to the pharmacies.

Oh, but first, rush hour traffic. Drive and wait, drive and wait, and then drive and wait some more. I've read that some people plan out their novels while driving; I don't know how they can do that. I'm just fine with talking on my cell phone (hand-free) while driving. That isn't more distracting to me than talking to someone who's physically in the car. But plotting novels? I tried it once, and I got so very, very lost. I do zone out while reading, and apparently also while writing, even the purely mental part of the process. Being totally uninterested in experiencing an automobile accident first-hand, I'm not trying that one again. So, when the rush hour traffic devolved into coast and brake, coast and brake, over and over and OVER again, all it did was waste time.

Then the pharmacies. (Wait--I said that already, and now you're wondering about the plurality.) One pharmacy has a pharmacist who's very helpful, but a computer system that loses one of the doctors' prescriptions. They're not perfect; the pharmacist has been unable to get one of my medicines for over a month, unless I want to buy the brand name at full price instead of the generic with the help of my insurance (though if I was completely out of it, they might approve me making a copay for the brand name at this point). But the nice pharmacist is working on that. The other pharmacy gets the one doctors' prescriptions reliably, but is less helpful in other ways. Happily, Mystique's insurance will cover prescriptions at both locations (unlike mine).

Recently, Mystique's insurance suggested she move to getting most of her meds on a three-month basis instead of every month. That's a good thing, except there seems to always be one or another prescription that gets filled for one month, either due to pharmacy error or a doctor's error in filling out the electronic prescription form, which apparently defaults to a one month prescription. So, go to one place, wait while they fix the one that was filled for only one month, then to the other to find out they didn't fill all of the prescriptions, only about half, so we'll have to wait a half hour while they do their thing. While waiting, get a call from the first place that one of the bottles didn't get put back into the bag when they were fixing the one filled for 30 days instead of 90. Circle back to get the missing bottle, then back again to get the last of the prescriptions, but one of the newly filled prescriptions was only filled for one month! *sigh* How on earth do people who are too sick to think straight or who just lack mental spoons manage?

Eventually, we got home to put groceries away and figure out dinner, and I was very pleased that my reusable cloth bag collection includes a couple of insulated zippered things designed for carrying cooked or cooled stuff to parties or picnics. The stuff we got frozen at the grocery store was still frozen when we finally arrived home.

The cats, who think we should stay home and pet, play with, and feed them on demand all day, were not impressed.



Now I'm yawning, a reminder that I need to make an appointment to try on CPAP masks, since I lost enough weight that the one I've been using isn't fitting so well any more. But it's too late to do that today!

And my poor characters, who are in the middle of confronting the faceless opponent who has been causing them misery for many chapters now, are likely to stay that way until tomorrow. Hang in there, folks, you'll figure it out, I have faith in you.

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msstacy13
Sep. 22nd, 2015 11:53 am (UTC)
Two of them ~do~ look frightfully displeased.
wyld_dandelyon
Sep. 22nd, 2015 07:39 pm (UTC)
They think they should be in charge, but we're bigger and control access to scritchy fingers, food, water, and catnip, so they put up with our strange ideas for the most part.
wyld_dandelyon
Sep. 22nd, 2015 08:58 pm (UTC)
The kitten is still working on her disapproving glare.
anoddperson
Sep. 22nd, 2015 04:30 pm (UTC)
Those are some very cute cats!
wyld_dandelyon
Sep. 22nd, 2015 07:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you. They think so. (To be fair, so do I.)
soundofsunlight
Sep. 25th, 2015 04:56 am (UTC)
I'm glad you could get things sorted out. I would find that too overwhelming to deal with myself :/

Those are some cute cats, disapproving glares notwithstanding :)
wyld_dandelyon
Sep. 25th, 2015 05:31 am (UTC)
It is overwhelming, and I'm not suffering from dementia or chronic pain or taking meds that fog the mental faculties. When I say I don't know how people who are that sick are expected to manage obtaining and taking their meds (or, for that matter, dealing with insurance companies) I am being very honest. I can't imagine having trouble thinking and getting it right.

There was another time when I realized that the pharmacy had filled one of the psych meds with half full-strength and half half-strength sized pills (the pills were the same color and almost the exact same size), and I ended up yelling at the pharmacist on the phone. She told me to calm down, things would be all right, and I responded that they probably would be all right now, since my partner had not actually committed suicide in the weeks she'd been randomly under-medicated. They replaced the remaining half-strength pills and apologized, but still. That kind of thing is serious.

As to all sorted out, well, no. I just posted a new complaint about Mystique's meds and I'm still waiting to see if the one pharmacy my insurance will cover can actually get my allergy meds in stock next week.

It makes me want to scream sometimes.

soundofsunlight
Sep. 26th, 2015 03:32 am (UTC)
Yikes, that is a very bad mistake!

It should not be this complicated to get meds filled. I've been lucky but I know a lot of people who haven't, and it makes me mad because we really can't afford to make mistakes with things like this.
wyld_dandelyon
Sep. 26th, 2015 05:13 am (UTC)
It makes me mad too!

All I can do is be vigilant. Oh, and if you ever doubt you have the right medicine or the right strength, you can look up the pill via Google (color, shape, and whatever's written on it) to double-check that the pharmacist didn't give you the wrong thing.

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