A pox on pox!!
Handy guide to doctor’s visits: if you have to take off all your clothes and the doctor pokes at your private bits, that’s a physical. If you keep your clothes on, that’s a follow-up or office visit. At least that’s how I tell with my doctor. But he has the advantage of a competent and friendly office person/receptionist, so I can only sympathize from a distance, so to speak.
Speaking of doctor’s, my prescription for Lisinopril also had unsatisfactory side effects, so now we are going to try something else to lower my blood pressure, I think he said it is a calcium blocker or something? I don’t remember the name of the scrip, but I’ll find out when I get it. I don’t know if I should look up side effects in advance or if it just gives my body ideas. I wish I could just wait until my fitness program does enough to lower my blood pressure on its own, but I guess it’s too risky.
Check with your pharmacist directly next time, if you didn’t this time (you might have just used an automated system or spoken to a tech). Some states allow a pharmacist to do an emergency fill of at least a few days for medications necessary to maintain life or for maintenance of a chronic condition. Ohio allows for up to 3 days for non-controlled substances. Depending on the medication (stopping a beta-blocker can lead to some rebound effects we’d like to avoid, stopping certain antidepressants can lead to…uncomfortable sensations coughSNRI’scough), and it might even prompt a same/next day phone call to get an emergency script called in. If your state doesn’t allow emergency meds, at least ask for the pharmacist in a situation like this. I’d bend over backwards to find a way to keep a patient from running out of metoprolol, or venlafaxine, or duloxetine, or paroxetine (all have withdrawal effects).
My rant is that last week was the first week they changed us night shift pharmacists from 7 straight days on working 70 hours to 7 days on working 80 hours. Unfortunately, there’s not really any other openings close by, I DO enjoy the staff I work with, am fully vested in my 401k, have company stock, have been with the company for 13 years now (so 4 weeks vacation per year now), and much prefer nights to days anyways–people are way nicer when they only have to wait 20 minutes for their antibiotics and percocet after 4 hours in the ER in the middle of the night than they are during the day–so I’m stuck with it for now, but I swear by the FSM that the 7th day was designed to torture people. I’m left with nothing but exhaustion from the week (I came home and slept 24 straight hours), and admiration for those who somehow manage to do that every damned week. I was afraid to check a prescription and miss something towards the end there.
And of course, two days before my week ends, someone drops off a prescription for 200 Oxycodone IR 20mg tablets an hour before midnight the day the Dr says it’s due (we have our own rules, Dr dates are bare minimums), only to be harrassed 4 times throughout the night when I discover the person in question is only 79 days into a 121 day supply (at 6 pills a day if following instructions, so sitting on 42 “extra days”) and refused to fill. No police report, no obvious signs of overt pain (which, I know, you can’t always rely on), and the person had a “business trip” worth thousands in DC (latest DOJ figures I can find peg oxycodone IR at $1 per mg, so ~$5000 worth of oxy if we assume he was selling which I hate doing) that I was delaying. Too many red flags for me to fill, so had to wait for the Dr’s office to open–only have to have the incoming pharmacist leave a voicemail (and eventually also refuse to fill when shockingly the Dr never called back). Honest opioid/benzo/psychostimulant patients, individuals like this are the reason we have to be hard-asses. Sorry.
Had to do some running around the other day.
Stop at Walmart to refill some meds. The cashier at the other register opposite me is a teenaged or very early 20’s woman about my height (5’11"). Beautiful face. Yet she was the thinnest person I have ever seen in my life. I swear that if you held up a ruler to her hips, she would have been significantly less than 12" wide. :eek:
Then I go to Holiday for gas. Woman in front of me has to be close to 400 pounds. What is she buying at 11am? A box of super sugary glazed donuts, two caramel apples and three large cans of Arizona tea. :eek:
Finally after our move to Houston and not having done any meaningful exercise for 4 months, I got out on the bike and was having a blast doing the Anthills. Dropped down a gear, a chain link did something funky and 1/2 snapped, got stuck in the rear derailleur , as I was pushing on the cranks that pulled it around snapping off the breakaway rear drop out, but the derailleur came up around the gears and wedged between the wheel and the seat stay, taking out a chunk of carbon fiber off the seat stay.
Frame is totaled
I am pissed
really really fucking pissed.
Mostly because I was all mentally set up to get back exercising and had some getting back at it rides planned, now the repairs (if the frame can be) , or replacement and rebuild is going to take a month or two.
fuckity fuck
Yes, those are the folks that I curse every time I have to call to get my refill RX and then shop around to see who actually has it available. Giant pain in the ass.
It’s probably out of your way, but there’s a 24-hour Walgreens at Beach and Crescent in Buena Park that’s usually able to come through for me when my regular pharmacy is tapped out.
And there’s a Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor across the street to make the trip worth your while.
Okay, who lets their dog shit in front of the community mailbox and doesn’t clean it up? :mad:
Someone with neither couth nor class.
I’ve noticed an annoying trend among websites (Redbox, I’m looking at you). When you click on the “sign in” link, it sends you to the “create new account” page. Invariably I start to log in, only to wonder why it’s asking me to confirm my password. You have to click on another link to actually sign in if you have an account.
Website designers: “sign in” means “I have an account, let me log in.” Creating a new account needs to be its own link!
Seconded. I also hate the sites that have the sign in and create account on the same page, it never fails that big obvious boxes for user name and password are for account creation, with the actual log in boxes are tiny and stuffed in a corner.
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I pit myself. I was at a BBQ this weekend, and have a lot of gay-transgender friends who were there.
During the event, my wife brought up how her mother told a gay relative that she loved him even though he was born that way.
Trying to impress my friends with my tolerance and progressivism, I blurted out how great it was that at the very least my elderly Mother In Law now recognized that being gay is not a choice, but a “condition” you were born with.
I slapped my forehead as one of my gay friends mocked me saying yes, being born gay is a condition, like having rheumatism, lupus, multiple sclerosis, etc etc.
My words should have been chosen better, and therefore I pit myself. I should be grouped into that bunch of self-congratulating old people who come up to gays and say “I just want you to know that I approve of your lifestyle!”.
I am THAT person, and accept any verbal abuse any gay posters may heap upon me. But be quick, September is over in 2 days!
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why these two things are pit-worthy.
Mine is very RO, but this douchebag decided that having a few drinks on a Sunday afternoon (football with the guys mebbe?) was more important that an entire family’s future.
And a special shoutout to the douche’s lawyer. “I’m sure you can appreciate that this is a very tough time for him,” he said outside the courthouse after the hearing. “It’s a difficult period in his life right now. We’re going to have to get through it.”
Yeah, I’ll be sure to contribute to his “Need a new SUV” gofundme page.
I was thinking about switching gyms. Best Fitness had a great deal for $10 a month. I went over and foolishly gave them my actual number. I’m usually pretty good about this, but I figured what the hell. I had a great meeting with him but decided not to join.
He has since texted me or called me every couple of days, despite me telling him that thank you very much, but I’m not interested! Stop blowing up my phone! I don’t want to join!
People who are similar to those who DO pick up their dog’s shit … but then leave the plastic bag on the ground.
FFS there are garbage cans all over the place. If you can’t carry the bag in your hand until you find one there is something very wrong with you. Hell, I’ve had to run for blocks carrying the bag because my canine running partner decided to drop a squat and no can was nearby. If I can keep my heart rate up while carrying a bag full of crap you can walk leisurely to the next garbage can.
One of my cats is at the emergency vet (aka my regular vet who has 24 hour emergency services). When we got up this morning she was acting lethargic, hard to wake up, and when she woke up she couldn’t walk. 
She was fine yesterday, and she was fine at 2:30 a.m. when my husband went to bed, but by 6:30 something was seriously wrong. She can move all her limbs but can’t get her feet under herself to walk. They’re running tests, haven’t found anything obvious yet, but worst case scenario it could be feline infectious peritonitis which is fatal. We lost a cat in January, we can’t lose another one now! I hate waiting for the tests to come back. Her brother (littermate) was wandering around the house looking for her when I left for work after dropping her at the vet. She’s only about 7.
Your kitty has my best healing hopes and wishes, Paula.
Where the hell did September go!!
My husband is on Vyvanse. Since it’s a controlled substance, he has to get a paper prescription every month. His doctor’s office is 30 minutes away. I’m off work on Tuesdays so I have no problem going to get it. (He works 7-4 so getting up there when they are open is a PITA for him - he has to go in late or get off early.)
However, I DO have a problem when he waits until 4:00 PM on Monday to call (or 9:00 AM on Tuesday) and then runs out of his pills because they take for EVER to write the damned thing. I reminded him a week ago that he needed to call so it would be ready for me to pick up. Did he? Not a freaking chance! Now I get to make the drive during rush hour traffic tomorrow after dropping off the kids at school and before going to work myself because he can’t freaking plan ahead. I swear, if I could call in the script for him, I would.