Sorry kids, it’s been beyond batshit crazy around here.
Wednesday I ended up staying home from work. It had misted overnight so the roads were like an ice rink. The repair guy was supposed to come look at the busted dishwasher and I didn’t really want Mom to have to be on the roads with my niece. And Evie and I were fighting about whether or not she’d take her medicine. (she won) So I figured I’d do a little work, get my paper done, and try to have a peaceful day.
I lost track of how many times my boss sent me shit to do. I haven’t put in for vacation hours because, quite frankly, I worked more from home that day than I often do when I’m here. I did manage to get my paper pretty well done. Wendy has proofed it for me, now I’m just waiting for K to do her quick read and I’ll call it good. But in the middle of all that my mom’s car broke down. Not a great day. Fortunately her car has a really good warranty and it was a minor thing – so it’s back already.
Yesterday I went with her for her follow-up doc appointment, which was really pretty pointless. None of the tests so far are showing anything, so now he wants a CT scan. The hospital refused to do it without the insurance company pre-approving it, so she couldn’t do it last night because they were taking too long and we had to return the rental car and pick up her car before everything closed. Fucking ass nightmare. Their theory now is that her thyroid is wrapping around her esophagus – and an ultrasound wouldn’t show that. She got them to let her schedule for next week.
Josh uses Androgel – he has for over a year. All of a sudden my Rx insurance fucks have decided they’re not gonna pay for it. I’m still waiting for the doc’s office to call and tell me what they’re going to be able to do about this. He ran out yesterday. I’m pissed. It’s the closest I’ve gotten to him taking something for his moods and I really don’t want to go back to how things used to be.
Evie is being an utter little shit head about her medicine. The only thing I’ve found so far to get her to take it is to grind the pill into a powder and then massage that into a piece of lunch meat like you would a seasoning rub, cut that into tiny pieces, and pray like hell she’s hungry. Really getting very frustrated by this, so I’m calling the vet here in a bit and having her get me the transdermal stuff. It’s only $2 more expensive per month and I’m really pretty sure I can get that little hoochie mama to let me pet her ears.
And it’s COLD here right now, really fucking cold. At last check it’s a whole 7 fucking degrees. I’ve got on a long sleeved shirt and a denim jacket, corduroy pants, and hand-knit wool socks. I am wearing clogs, but I’m pretty well bundled otherwise. I’ve only been able to smoke full cigarettes when I’m in the car – it’s just too fucking cold to stand out in the open. And they’re talking snow this weekend, 2 – 4″. God I fucking hate winter.