That must have hurt your heart.
I know that the pharmacists don’t have control over the insurance companies and don’t berate them over it. I knew that I was going to have to self-pay and knew who to blame for this.
However, when he told me the price, I was shocked so blurted out that last time it was around $40 and that is when he was magically able to lower the price by 20 bucks. I found that awfully suspicious.
Now that is a hopeful sign. I hope the new sources are helpful.
Around the time I turned 40, I figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be comfortably retired and now here I am!
VBC has woken up, eaten and then snuggled into the warm towels (ain’t nobody spoils their cats better than me!). Her breathing has quieted considerably and the vet is hoping that the gurgling sound we do hear is just residual sedation and a little bleeding. I am hoping that tomorrow will prove her right.
Now that we know that VBC will be OK for us to be gone, hubs wants to leave on Friday. He will be carrying a gun
and I’ll be bringing weed
so of course we have to drive. I adore this drive watching the landscape and plants change over the miles is fascinating IMHO.
We have plans to look at seven homes so far but budgeted time to see a few more or just chill in the area of the place we like the best for a day. His family is thrilled to be able to see us again and are planning a get-together where I will be reminded once again why I don’t like to eat their cooking. EVERYTHING is cooked to mush and sweet. They put sugar in their cornbread, heck, they put sugar in the water they boil cobs of corn to mush in.
I am not a churl, I will smile and thank them and find something to compliment, even if it just the embroidered placemats. They feed us because they love us. I could do that for two weeks a year when his folks were alive, I’m even better at finding nice things to say about badly cooked food now.
(Well, I guess I could buy more weed when I get there and hubs has successfully and legally taken guns on planes…but ya can’t see the scenery when you are flying over it.)
TC friend and I almost got into an argument over money today, she pet-sits as a side gig and wants to charge us 40 bucks for two weeks of feeding and scooping. That is just insane and I’m not going to do that. She also has cats and has complained about buying heavy bags of cat litter and bringing them home, so I think she will get her measly 40 bucks and a Chewy delivery of cat litter right to her front door.