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January 6, 2010

Tonight I had to pick up a couple prescriptions, a new painkiller for my knee (I fell on it, slipped on ice) and a refill for a regular med.

I had just run out of the regular pills this morning, and I just saw the orthopedist about the knee this afternoon and had my written script in hand. Went to the drive through to drop them off, went for dinner with Liz and went back about 45 minutes later to the drive through.

The woman who answered at the window told me that my regular med could not be refilled because it was too early. I told her that I had just finished the bottle and had none for the morning, so of course it was not too early. She said “hold on” walked away and didn’t come back for several minutes. Meanwhile we are sitting in my running car. When she came back she said that it could be refilled, but there was a problem with my new prescription and it would be a little while before it was ready. I asked if it was going to be long enough that I should shut off my car. She just said again that it would “be a few minutes.” I told her we would come back in like 15, she seemed to be relieved that I had said that.

So we left and went across the street to Starbucks so that I could use my Starbucks gold card one last time, today was the last day of the membership program and I wanted to make one last purchase with the 10% discount. I bought three boxes of the VIA instant coffee, I like to have it at my desk. There is no coffee maker in the office, and even if there was, only the Keurig is good enough for my taste in the office. There is a coffee place in the building, and they “proudly brew Starbucks coffee” but I had a cup when I first started and I still feel my face making an “uck” whenever someone asks me if I want to go downstairs for coffee.

So anyway, then we went back to the pharmacy and I was now told that the new drug was not on my insurance company’s formulary. I knew this could not be right because it is a non-narcotic generic painkiller, certanly not the cadillac of new-and-improved fancypants brand name type deals. I said “what?? How much will just a few cost?” she didn’t even answer my question, she just walked away and when she came back she said that it was covered, so the 35 pills would cost me $16 instead of the full price $19.

Now that I think about it, I hope my knee doesn’t hurt this bad for long enough to need 35 pills. I should have just had half the prescription filled.

So then the woman started to ring me up, but she stopped very suddenly, and I figured this could not be good. She told me that she could not give me the new pills because I am allergic to opiates—–to which I replied “No I’m not.” Because I’m not. She then said that I was. I said again that I’m not and she said (yet once again) “hold on.” Then she asked if I was allergic to any medications or had any “conditions.” I told her “I might have an anger managment problem, does that count?” We both had a good laugh over that, and She then procceded to sell me my prescriptions and I drove away in dire need of more serious medications than had been dispensed to me.

Dude, I have been using this pharmacy for all of my pill needs for more than three years and nothing like this has ever happened before.

Liz pulled out her cell phone to tweet this little experiance before we pulled out of the parking lot. I told Liz to stop stealing my tweets.

Oh, and my sister, who is a nurse, told me that the pills I got are not even an opiate, and could not cause a reaction even if I was allergic. Huh.


new decade, new camera

January 5, 2010

In 2000 the only thing I wanted for Christmas was a fancy brand new Canon Rebel EOS SLR with the 18-80 upgrade lens and a AAA battery grip for extended shooting. This was when a 3.5 mp digital point and shoot camera was like a million-trillion dollars, and I didn’t even dare to dream that a digital SLR could ever find it’s way into my hands. These were the cameras of professional photographers, and even then I knew that would never be anything close to a professional.

Christmas 2000 I got my fancy camera, and I have always loved it. It took fantastic pictures, even for me as a self-taught beginner. It was not too long after I got my camera that I was sitting in class and a photographer was in the room taking photos for the college’s website. I asked the photographer a few questions (much to the anoyance of the professor) and then asked “Where does the film go?” Because there was a ton of fancy buttons and a large LCD, where would the film go in, was it some weird drop-and-load? He explained that there was no film! All the pros use digital. That evening in the computer lab I took a few moments away from my online journaling on Geocities and did some research to see how much that sort of hot camera could run, it was well over a couple grand.

Never the less, the dream I did not dare to dream has come true because I am now the owner of one Canon Rebel EOS DSLR with 10.1mp and a pro battery grip. Thanks to my father in law’s very generous cash gift and a little dent in my bank account.

I can’t wait to get settled with it and start posting photos!

new job, new year

January 4, 2010

Here’s what’s new:
•have resolved to be back to blogging
•have also resolved to read more
•started a new job in December
•left the old job (no, starting a new job doesn’t always mean leaving the old one)

The new job is at a ginormous corporation and I am finding that being a coporate cog is somewhat refreshing. There is, for one, a huge fantastic caffeteria that I am totally loving, and it seems to have become the first thing that I mention when people ask me about the new job. All the food is fresh, some of it is organic, and some of it is purchased locally. My favorite lunch, that I have had a couple times each week, is a baked potato with a cup of vegan chili. The other great thing about this job is that I am no longer resposible for goings on of an entire entity. I am responsible for my own self and the work I accomplish. Being the boss was no freakin’ fun so I am super glad that it’s over. Maybe I will give it another swing in another time and place. Far, far in the future.

The book I am reading now is: Snoop, by Sam Gosling. I am on page 35.

long time no see

October 15, 2009

i know that it’s been a while and it’s a long story.  i am looking for a new job, still working at the old one even though i quit in may.  just call me crazy.

i’m training the new me.  she is a nice lady, doing great.  i figured dr. boss would want me to go asap because she is now paying for two, although there is plenty of work to go around . . . i finally feel caught up for the first time since i started in april 2007, but no, dr. boss was asking me to go to a meeting with her and the new me in mid-november.

if you know someone looking for a medical coder email me.  please.

toilet training.

May 20, 2009


i am now entirely too bored with cleaning cat secretions.  my cats will be toilet trained.  as soon as i can order the litter kwitter on amazon this blog will take a deep turn for the worst.  (as if it wasn’t bad enough aleady)

now i am crying.

March 10, 2009

new *hair* obsession

February 20, 2009

the whole “no shampoo” or “no ‘poo” hair fad has really caught my attention starting with a chaz dean info-mercial for “wen” and then i saw this new york times article that has been kicking around on the internets.  my hair (and face) are super oily.  gross oily.  overactive nasty oily.  i figured that if i didn’t shampoo my hair it would lead to mega disaster, so forget that . . . maybe if wen was not almost $30 for 16oz i would consider trying it.

then liz and i were strolling though the new section at the christmas tree shop and way up on a top shelf this caught my eye:


way, way up there on the top and i still heard that little light in my brain go “ding.  look at that.”  it smelled good, which might make me want to buy most anything (hence my love for bath and body care products, so many of them smell good).  the cucumber smells nice, but i liked the smell of the olive better, but the olive was for dry hair, and mine is not dry.  the “hair one” is available at sally beauty supply for $10 as well as the christmas tree shop for $9.

here is a picture of my hair after a recent haircut, it’s all styled up, but i washed it with shampoo.  let’s call this the “before picture”:

hair before pic

after a few weeks of “hair one” washing i will update with an after picture.  i would also really, really like to try “wen” but i’m not sure i will get around to it because it involves internet ordering . . . although it is available on amazon.