My insurance is asking for my doctors I’ve seen for the year before I had insurance. They aren’t paying my therapist. I think this is a precursor to them denying me coverage for my therapy under a pre-existing condition exclusion.
Seriously. Fuck this.
I went for a long walk yesterday to pick my car up from getting winter tires put on; three times I was endangered by a car while I was legally crossing in a crosswalk (one time when I had a walk light). I see people walking around, crossing streets without paying any attention to the traffic around them - I cannot stress enough how stupid it is to not take full responsibility for your own safety when walking around traffic. In each case I had right-of-way; in each case, the driver just ignored it.
Mind blown. I have an online friend in Canada (from gaming etc) who has measles. Worse yet, not only is she old enough to be a grandmother, she is a grandmother, and just had one of her young grandkids over only a few days ago. Dunno if the girl is old enough to be fully vaccinated, but I don’t think so as she’s worried she may have transmitted it.
I… I think I want to go get another MMR booster. Like, now.
Where to begin about this day?
Depressing news. My province going straight down the shithole and straight to hell. Other parts of the country not doing well. My friends scheduled a big event at the exact same time as me and their other friends had a rehearsal. AND SOMEONE WAS USING A FUCKING LEAF BLOWER OUTSIDE.
The leaf blower seems to have stopped, at least.
Sometimes life is as annoying as a leaf blower… Why am I getting philosophical. Maybe because it’s better than being angry. 
Holy Shit!!! That’s what I get for missing a couple days. RIP, man.
They can’t do that anymore. Just like they also can’t drop you anymore.
I’d forgotten that bergamot is as bad or worse than grapefruit as a CYP3A4 inhibitor - that being the enzyme used to break down a variety of drugs like statins and some antibiotics. I think my love of Earl Grey has really been the cause of some of my problems lately. Now that I’ve gone back to other teas, we’ll see.
It’s too bad since I love Twinings Earl Grey. It might not have been such a problem if I didn’t drink so much of it.
[JohhnyCarson]I did not know that![/JC]
I’d better check my teas for random citrus. I didn’t know this was a factor (something else that my doctor didn’t tell me).
Roddy
I didn’t know that, I’ll have to let my Mom know that. I’m now glad we stopped drinking Earl Grey all the time…
I don’t want to start a panic here. I could be completely off the mark. It’s just that I was taking an antibiotic that required CYP3A4 to be metabolized and I was getting some unusual side effects. They told me not to take another of my meds that is metabolized with that enzyme. Even so, they still said nothing about grapefruit juice. So, like I said, I might be wrong about any cause and effect relationship as it might exist regarding the strange problems I’ve been seeing.
However there is also the fact that I drink anywhere from 4-6+ cups of earl grey per day and the amount of bergemot oil/extract/whatever you get probably varies a lot by brand
They can’t deny me an insurance plan. They can elect not to pay for a particular treatment for the first 12 months. I mean, I still have insurance for everything else, so that’s totally cool, right? If I wanted to receive help now, I shouldn’t have asked for help earlier.
Fuck this system.
5pm appointment for 4 new tires. I’m there at 4:50pm.
I leave my car and go for a walk. I eat dinner along the way and return at 5:40pm.
They haven’t touched my car yet.
After sitting there for 5 minutes waiting, the tech comes over and sheepishly asks me where the wheel lock key is.
“In the glove box”
“where?”
“In the glove box”
“It’s in the glove box?”
“YES” :dubious:
Goes away and puts the new tires on my car. When he’s done, he tells me the key was in the glove box like I said.
So… You didn’t get my car done anywhere near the appointment time because you were too fucking stupid to check the glove box in the first place? :dubious: Jesus, how long have you been in this business?
Getting a little tired of my husband asking me what we need from the store, I tell him, and then he buys stuff we don’t need anyway. I don’t mean stuff he just wants, but doesn’t need. I totally wouldn’t care about that. I mean stuff we have plenty of and therefore don’t need.
Example (on chat from work):
Him: What’s for dinner?
Me: Burgers and sweet potato fries
Him: Do I need to pick anything up on the way home
Me: Yes, we need sweet potatoes and ketchup
Him: That’s it?
Me: Yep, we’ve got everything else.
Later that evening:
Me: Why did you buy buns? We have half a package of buns still.
Him: I thought we needed buns.
Me: What made you think that? What part of “We need sweet potatoes and ketchup,” made you think we needed buns?
Him: I just thought we did.
Me: Well, don’t you think I would have told you if we needed buns when you asked?
Him: Yes…but…I don’t know, I thought we needed buns.
:smack:
I think the reason it bothers me is that if he thinks we need something, he doesn’t stop to think, “Well, if we needed buns, she would have told me,” or he could call and check if we needed buns.
Yes, we eventually eat what’s purchased, and yes, it’s better than running out, but it still irritates me that he doesn’t believe that I’ve told him everything we need. This happens frequently. We had two full bottles of taco sauce because he “thought we needed taco sauce” last week. It’s weird and irritating.
Oh go fuck yourself, W., you lazy, pile of shit, backwards, hick goy. No Jew wants your dumbass religious philosophy. Does that stupid theocrat have any shame at all?
That’s bizarre. 
While I hate to disagree with such a nice person as you, who usually seems to understand how retail works…people put their stuff in different places. I’d think that your ire should be more on the manager who couldn’t be bothered to call you to ask where it was. The poor tech was probably too swamped to do anything but ask his manager for help.
My rant: We have another sick cat. I’ve been doing resuce and foster for over 10 years and this is the first time this has happened. I’m flipping ticked off. I’d like to blame the kittens, but its not their fault. They looked very healthy when I brought them home. They were vetted and fixed, so I assumed that they were OK. Our fosters don’t meet our personal cats, and we are pretty good about washing our hands after touching them.
So, how the heck are our inside only cats getting sick unless I brought a Thypoid Mary home?!? Why are the kittens acting like normal kittens when the adult cats with grown up immune systems are getting sick?
Fuck, Steve the feral cat just sneezed.
FML.
It’s been more than a year since I had a period. The doc told me that meant I’d finished menopause. Yay! No more messy periods, no more aching backs, no more gut-churning cramps.
Today? I seem to be having a period. Good thing I didn’t throw out the supplies.
I think I’ve got fucking dry socket. It’s been four days since the tooth extraction, and I don’t think it should still hurt this much. It’s not constant, and I’d say it never gets higher than a 4 or so on the zero-to-oh-fuck pain scale, but godsdammit, I want to eat a steak and I want my mouth not to hurt.
Fer fucks sake! If you are going to promise to complete a client’s request in a faster than normal time frame, then do it yourself. Don’t make the promise and then drop it in my lap.
Fucker.
Call the dentist. Dry socket is not fun at all.
Even if you don’t have dry socket, you probably can’t eat a steak yet, by the way.