It’s against the rules to post the location. However, if my husband or I ever ate at Popeye’s, you’d certainly get an IM from me.
I’d go ahead and complain to Corporate Headquarters anyway. You might not get your $30 back, but if they keep getting complaints from customers, they might investigate.
And this is why I don’t use bills higher than 20s.
Absolutely complain to corporate. This is why companies have a money-handling policy that calls for the cashier to leave the large bill OUT of the drawer until the change has been made. Corporate HQ needs to know that their franchisee is slipping up on that.
WHY do people insist upon bringing toddlers and babies to the FERTILITY CLINIC? I mean, I get that it’s sometimes hard to find a babysitter, but then don’t coo over them in the waiting room, don’t let them run around and up and down the halls where women and men are getting devastating news about their chances of having one of their own, and if both parents are there, for the love of all things holy, have Dad take the kid in to another area of the building so we don’t have to be subject to that.
We’re fragile enough as it is. I know you might have secondary infertility, and that sucks, but don’t be a douche and rub your success in our faces.
Oh joy, a new neighbor parks on the street with a super-sensitive car alarm. How I love hearing the chirp-chirp every fucking time a car drives by! :mad::mad::mad:
It’s true, and I never took my daughter to the clinic with me. But she did add a logistical complication, to say the least, especially on weekends. My husband would drive to the clinic and leave a “deposit” while I stayed home with her. Then he would drive home as fast as he could, so I could make it to the clinic to do the IUI. Thank goodness that when we finally got to IVF, it was a weekday, so we didn’t have to juggle that on top of everything else.
It also sucks to go to daycare to drop off a kid every day, and be surrounded by babies, and by people telling you that you should have another (who you may not want to share your medical difficulties with). I mean, it’s totally a blessing to be able to have a kid to drop off at daycare at all, but it does put you into pretty much forced contact with people who are at the baby-obsessed stage of their lives and dumb enough to try to push it on you, too.
I try hard to feel for the people who are stuck with bringing the baby to the fertility clinic. Would it help you to imagine that it’s a woman doing IUI or IVF on her own because her husband is deployed?
Look for a sliver or thorn or something in there - that’s what is usually the cause for me.
When still in Spain, Mom has a stash of pre-filled scrips for her standing prescriptions: they’re valid for any pharmacy in the country. A few times she’s had to go get more scrips while in Barcelona, which is under a different branch of our not-quite-single-payer system, and has been told “this is for urgencies only!”, but the doctors have caved in and given her the new scrips after she started a description of her ailments, her 98yo mother’s ailments, her double-cancer survivor sister’s ailments… the woman can go on for hours.
That will be unnecessary soon, as we’re going to an “electronic scrip” method which will mean she can get meds she’s got a standing scrip on in any pharmacy.
When going abroad, she knows for how long it’ll be (unlike when she visits her mother), so she simply buys enough meds in advance. We joke that someday she’ll be detained on six counts of smuggling paracetamol, two of smuggling omeprazole, one of smuggling mineral supplements…
On the local news yesterday, there was (yet another) story about dogs attacking someone in Calgary (this time it was a five year old girl). About an hour after watching this story, I got attitude from someone walking down the sidewalk holding their leash in their hand and letting their dog walk freely when I asked them why they weren’t using their leash (as is the fucking LAW here). Two hours later, same sidewalk, another woman was walking her much larger dog the same way - leash in hand, dog walking freely. Earlier, I had seen a couple walking their dog off-leash through a school yard that has clearly posted signs that dogs aren’t allowed in it, period, much less off-leash. What the hell is wrong with Calgary’s dog owners?
(I work in a medical office.)
For patients with insurance that controls how soon they can pick up their next refills, travel can be a hassle. What we do:
For planned travel, they can ask for a written script for a single month’s supply (dated appropriately) to take with them. Or more – we have a number of ‘snow birds’ among our patients.
If they’re unexpectedly caught somewhere else when they need a refill what we tell them to do is find the pharmacy where they want to get their drug, find out the fax number, then call us with the info and we fax the needed script(s).
I suppose some pharmacy in another state could make problems about a script from a doctor they never heard of before from a different state… but I’ve never seen it happen.
My mom’s probably dying. She’s in the ICU not expected to make it because she has bad diabetes and advanced emphysema. We were not close. She was verbally and physically abusive to me for much of my life. I’m mostly sad for my eldest daughter. Mom managed to find unconditional love for her she couldn’t find for me. I’m also sad for my father. He denied the abuse ever took place. But she’s been his life companion for over 45 years. I was hoping they’d had another ten years together. I suppose I’m sort of angry at her for not doing more to control her blood sugar. She’d call me and tell me her blood sugar numbers were sky high in a very casual voice.
This sucks.
That’s a whole lotta crap to deal with, emotionally, L. Blue. I’m sorry. I’ll be in a somewhat similar position at some point in the future* and I can already tell, it won’t be a fun ride. My condolences that you’re there now, and more for your daughter for watching her grandma slip away from her. Ah, and for your father, for losing his companion. We all make our rough choices in life, and then have to live with them.
*Unless the bitch outlives me. Heaven ain’t takin’ her, that’s for sure, and I suspect the devil doesn’t want the competition.
I hate LeapFrog toys. The voices are sooooo twee and they keep making noise for SO LONG. And people keep giving them to my daughter… arrrrghhhhhh.
Plus so many of them are just stupid. It took her ten minutes with the “Peek-a-Shoe Octopus” to 1. stuff a soft toy down it and jam it, and then 2. get her arm stuck trying to retrieve the soft toy.
Usually I let her play with one for a month or two, then it goes to Goodwill.
It’s really hard to know what to feel. I was terrified of her for most of my life. She would say the meanest things imaginable when I was a kid. No one should ever tell their child they wish the child had been an abortion. No one should ever bang your nine year old’s head against a metal bedpost. I think the longest she ever yelled at me was for three hours. Not a single week went by when I was a kid where I didn’t have an ugly bruise somewhere because she was unable to control her overwrought anger.
Yet she’s still my mother. I’m still crying at the thought of her passing just because she’s my mom. But for most of her life I thought she was simply nasty, incompetent and stupid. And she really was. Basically she thought everything that was a problem in her life had one simple explanation: her bad decision to have children. Marriage failing? It isn’t because she overreacts to every minor problem and screams and yells all the time at my father. Nah. It’s because she had kids. Bad day at work? It isn’t her fault she sucks at her job. It’s her kid’s fault because we left our shoes in the dining room. No money because of her poor fiscal management techniques and spending habits? Nah. It’s because she had kids.
So I suppose I feel really sad. But there’s a part of me that wishes she had died when I was a small child. My childhood would have been far better. Can you really sincerely mourn when a lousy parent dies?
Oh and since is the pit what the fuck do I have to do to get that fucking cunt Rachel From Cardholder Services to stop calling my house? Three calls in two days. Asshole.
I’m 31 weeks pregnant, and my morning sickness has returned. Ugh.
Repairman was here for my refrigerator, another $200 dollar repair, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, but I am over calling the repair crew every two weeks. I get one thing fixed and something else breaks. At least I am not paying from my pocket for this crazy thing.
LavenderBlue: Mourn the loss of the mother you should have had. Apparently there are hints of that person in there as she was a good grandma. And if it helps - when people who don’t know about her try to console you, consider mentally reframing their condolences in terms of your daughter mourning her grandma, or you mourning what could have been.
Word. I’m looking at you, incompetent therapists.
Your description of your childhood reminds me a lot of mine. I love my Mom a lot, but she did horrible things to me as a kid, so I understand the conflict you must be feeling now that she is close to death. My husband knows I’m going to be a basket case when my mother goes (probably not for quite some time) because in addition to grieving the loss of her, I’ll also be grieving the Mom I never got to have. It might be a good idea to have a plan, a support system in place for when this happens. No doubt it will be a very emotional experience for you.
And negative feelings can make loss like this more painful. A few years ago my uncle died, he was just 30 years old. We grew up together and had a very antagonistic relationship, and as an adult I was very frustrated with a lot of his behavior toward other family members. He was an unemployed drug addict living at home with two kids out of wedlock. But when he died, my grief was no less real that of his close friends. There’s still a hole where he used to be and as much as I disliked him, I still loved him. His death still hurts. So don’t let anyone tell you that you have no reason to grieve.
That’s mostly it. It’s the sense of loss for the person who wasn’t rather than the person who died. I’m not sure how to cope with that.
In the meantime I have to go get a booster shot. They’ve got a pertussis case in my local school. Thanks a lot anti-vax nuts.
That was specifically against the rules at the clinic we used. I would pass that onto the clinic.