Update on my problem: I called a friend yesterday afternoon to chat, and of course brought her up to date on my passport situation. I mentioned that I had thought about flying up to Chicago to get the documents myself. She pointed out that considering how much I’ve been looking forward to this trip and how much planning I’ve done, not to mention that I’ve already paid for the airfare and hotel room in Iceland, it might be worth spending the extra money.
So I’ve booked a trip to Chicago for next week, flying up on Wednesday morning and home on Friday evening. I’ve got a friend I can crash with for the two nights, so I’m not going to have to spend money on a hotel. I can take everything I need in a carry-on, and my plan is to go from the airport directly downtown. With any luck I’ll be able to get what I need that day, but if necessary I’ll have all day Thursday and Friday morning to follow up.
Yes, some GOP thug Aholes milled about where I parked my car when I did.
Maybe it’s because it’s a unique vehicle. Maybe it’s because some Ahole is tracking my cell phone. Maybe it’s because something ‘extra’ was installed during a repair that runs off the internal electricity when the engine is running.
Unfortunately, there is no way to track that back to the device and remove it.
Related to the banking hypersecurity above, fuck google.
I live in Canada. I have a British pay-as-you-go phone for when I’m in the UK, because (among other things) I can’t get texts when travelling without paying zillions in roaming charges.
Google would not let me log in without entering the code they sent by text—which, of course, I could not get. Of course I got all kinds of alerts that someone was trying to log in as me, but there was no way to say “IT ACTUALLY IS ME, YOU FUCK!”
I mean, I can live without google / gmail / etc. for the duration of a trip, but it’s annoying. At least my bank lets me answer security questions instead (which, I know, eminently hackable, but at least *I* can get in).
Today my Nvidia app informed me that I have an updated video driver. Cool, thanks, I’ll update my driver, that’s a good thing.
So then I clicked on the notification and it launched the app which required me to log in. Um, sure, I never log into this thing so let me figure out the password… Okay, that worked.
Then it emails me and I have to wait for the email to arrive, which takes minutes. Then I get a thing I have to click from the email to confirm.
TO UPDATE A FUCKING VIDEO DRIVER. I’m not accessing my bank account or buying prescription medicine. I’m doing a routine software maintenance routine. And I need to go through multiple layers of security because… There’s no fucking reason why.
I’m probably going to uninstall this bullshit app.
Day 2 of stimulant withdrawal. Had to take the day off work, not to have fun but just lie around feeling tired. Fell asleep a couple times.
They filled my 30mg prescription but now it’s been bumped up to a 40mg prescription and I have to wait for them to fill that now. I’d run and get the 30mg but it’s a controlled substance so I’m not sure I’d get the higher dose then.
I feel like getting a life changing medication delivered to me consistently shouldn’t be this hard.
About 6 weeks ago, my cat Seven was diagnosed with diabetes. She was started on insulin twice a day. She also had a urinary tract infection and was on antibiotics for 14 days. She seemed to be doing ok until about 10 days ago. She started drinking and peeing a lot again. I left a message for the vet but he never called back. He had asked that I bring her in at 6 weeks for an all-day glucose curve test and since that was due, I figured we could discuss this when I took her in. I called to set up the appointment and I was left on hold when the tech said he would have to check on what the process was for the test. I hung up after 10 minutes and called back. They had forgotten I was on hold. The staff was questioned again about the test but no one knew. I asked that the vet call me to discuss but he never did.
This was the vet clinic I had taken my cats to for 20 years. But it sold to new owners several months ago. Obviously, they are not up to providing quality care. I was certainly not going to leave my cat all day with them.
I made an appointment with another clinic in the area. I took Seven in today. The receptionist called the first clinic to get test results and notes. She was left on hold for 5 minutes. I suggested she hang up and call again. She finally spoke to someone and they said they would email the records. Then they called back and said the vet had not written up his notes yet - 6 weeks after the visit! They did send the test results. Turns out they only did a urine test, not any blood work.
The new vet was amazed by this. You don’t diagnose diabetes with just sugar in the urine. Especially if there is also an infection. She did urine and blood tests. No sign of infection but the blood sugar reading was very low (this was 3 hours after her insulin injection). She was worried about that and tried to get Seven to eat some wet food. Seven was very freaked out and wouldn’t eat so she gave her a syringe of Karo syrup. She told me not to give Seven any more insulin until she talks to me tomorrow about the results of the full body lab work. She will possibly want to see her again tomorrow or Thursday to check glucose levels. It may be that Seven does not even have diabetes! Of course, something is wrong but I will be very relieved if it’s something that can be more easily treated.
I’m so pissed at the first vet for his carelessness. I hope he was told that one of his patients is seeing another doctor.
Also Trei is having much much over the top growly hissy fits because Seven smells funny. That’s not helping my mood.
I do subscribe, yeah was lured in by a free trial, then got the super cheap deal and then got used to my fav channels still currently it’s under $10 a month
That’s pretty much what happened to me. At first I only drove a few miles around town so I couldn’t justify paying for the radio. Now I drive up to 900 miles a week so I depend on having stations I like listening to.
Frustrating as hell! And you can’t fill it EARLY, not even a few days, because you’ll turn into a meth-fueled raving addict.
When my daughter was still living with us, our insurance required all prescriptions to go to a 90-day mail-order format. I think we had to get the doctor to write 3 separate physical prescriptions, each for 30 days, and send them all to Dropped 'em. Who usually proceeded to NOT FILL the second and third months until we called and raised hell.
to maybe make you feel a little better about the red tape you are experincing, my mom did not have a birth certificate because they lived on a farm and that was where she was born. At about 75 years old my parents decided to go to Europe with my brother so she needed to get a passport. So they set about trying to get a passport. They would accept the church records except the church had been in a fire and all the records from that time were gone. The country where her birth was registerd had a flood and those records were gone. They told her that she would need to get 2 people who remember her being born to sign affidavits agreeing that she had indeed been born when and where she said. The town near where she lived had a population of about 200 people so there weren’t many who could sign an affidavit but they finally found someone who was in their late 90’s who could sign and her older brother who was about 10 when she was born, both of whom passed not much later on. Both parents got thier passport and went to Italy and had a fabulous time. Dont know what they would have had to do if they had waited much longer to get a passport.
I took Seven back to the vet today for a glucose test after not having insulin since yesterday. She doesn’t have diabetes! The vet was as angry as I am. She told me I should report that vet to the Tennessee Board of Veterinary Medicine and give them her name for follow-up. You bet I will.
All Seven’s lab results look good. She does still have a residual urinary tract infection. She got an antibiotic injection for that. Hopefully, that will stop the excessive drinking and peeing. And the vet assured me there should be no adverse effects to Seven from the unnecessary insulin.
I’m relieved but angry. I spent six weeks worrying about what would happen if there was power outage and ruined the insulin or what if something happened to me and I couldn’t give Seven her shots (she hides from anyone else). And now I have to wean her off the special wet food which she loves and get her back to eating what the other cats do. Not to mention it cost me almost $500 to find out she doesn’t have diabetes. Grrr.
I used to work for the Social Security Administration, and that reminds me of some of the things that people had to go through to establish their age in order to qualify for benefits. We had lists of what was and was not acceptable. In fact, I seem to remember looking through several files which had copies of affidavits from friends and relatives.
I decided to rearrange my office last Friday. With the exception of one table (which I didn’t bother moving because of all the stuff on it) and the two chairs, all of it is old metal furniture. I took my supply of furniture sliders, which certainly saved my back, but I still had to lift the furniture to put the sliders underneath. I pretty much couldn’t straighten my arms all weekend, and I still have bruises on my arms from how I was holding the bookcases. I got it all done in less than an hour though.
New irritant-there’s an “ultrasound pregnancy center” RV parked right outside the local Planned Parenthood. My mom used to tell me stories about escorting women into PP back in the day and I always sort of wished I could have helped her fend off those assholes protesting outside.
I’m seriously beginning to feel bad for our contractor. He texted my gf early this morning. A long text apologizing for the delays in completing the work. Then saying he’d be over later to look over the work Jimmy did yesterday and to see if that was it. My gf then had to text back, telling him Jimmy wasn’t there yesterday and nothing had been done in the past ten days.
An hour went by. Then he messaged that Jimmy had gone to another house where they were doing a porch. He put our lattice up on their porch and they did not want/did not pay for that. Not Jimmy’s fault, he should have specified where to go. Too many jobs working at once with too few workers.