The rest of my day
Had me looking like the =O of my icon. At other times it was more like D:
I knew I would have to leave and go to therapy instead of staying home and watching the last shuttle launch. It sucks having to choose my mental health and well-being over my love of the shuttle program. So that was the first annoyance of the day.
Then, I had to take Mom's car to do my errands because Sis needed hers to head down to the clinic while I would be at therapy downtown. I HATE Mom's car. It sucks. During the times she smoked, she burned lots of holes in the upholstery, and it still smells like cigarettes. Ick. Makes me allergic. It also pulls to the right like crazy. So my left arm aches now from having to hold the steering wheel hard to the left just to go straight on the road.
THEN, there was a huge accident on my main road to therapy. Two grain trailers were driving down to the Port when one rear-ended the other. They spilled grain ALL OVER the road. The accident happened at 2:45am this morning, and they didn't open the road again until 11:45. I ended up crawling on the frontage road for five miles, but it took 45 minutes. My whole trip usually takes 30 minutes. I was 30 minutes late getting to the clinic.
When I got there, there were only two receptionists working. This meant I had to wait up front in line. The receptionist that always works the front desk is HORRIBLE. HORRENDOUS. RIDICULOUS. Seriously. Last week, she made me wait while she called someone on her cell phone, and then talked to them on her bluetooth headset while taking her time checking me in. Today, she spent 10 minutes fucking around back there doing EVERYTHING but actually checking in the person standing there. It took me another 20 minutes to be checked in, thus making it 11:30 before Monica could pull me back. I only got 30 minutes instead of the full 50 because I needed to leave to get over to the OTHER clinic. I still was able to process my grief over losing Lyle, which was good. (I spent a good five minutes crying and saying, "It's not fair. It's not fair that he's dead, and not someone evil like Dad." I am so sick of people dying tragically at the beginning of July. I am so sick of people dying tragically PERIOD. Tyler and Lyle, and my second-cousin Ginny - who died suddenly of cancer several years ago - had so much more to do and to give, and it's so unfair and so absurd that they were plucked from my life.) It's still surreal, and definitely is weird reading about his accident online. The NTSB is investigating the plane crash, so we will hopefully find out what really happened some day, because I KNOW it wasn't pilot error. The man had flown for over 40 years for God's sake.
Once I got out of therapy, I headed across town to the clinic where I get my medications filled. Because my doctor's staff is stupid, I had to turn in a written prescription instead of the doc just authorizing a refill for my vicodin. This meant I had to go to his area of the clinic to pick up the scrip, but the new guy who acts as receptionist there spends most of his time behind the door in the nurses' station. It took me ten minutes just to get him to hand me the piece of paper. And, because I had a written prescription that needed to be hand-filled by the pharmacy techs, the ten minute wait I was expecting for just picking up pre-filled rxs turned into 45 minutes. As I mentioned above, Sis had a lab appointment and other things to do at the clinic at 1:15, causing her to need to take her car to the clinic and forcing me to take Mom's. She ended up showing up at the clinic and getting her meds FASTER than I did. Ridiculous. Fucking public healthcare, man. Not that I'm not grateful I can even GET healthcare, but holy shit it's frustrating.
I finally left the clinic at 1:30 and sped like crazy home, since Mom needed the car by 2:15 in order to drive to work. I made it home with 2 minutes to spare. By the time all this was done, my shoulders were in my ears, and they still are. Poor Sis is having bad sciatica on her right side, where the pain shoots from her back, across her right butt cheek, and all the way down to her right foot. I've been there and it hurts like someone is shoving a hot poker down your body.
I'm now going to rest like a dead person.
I knew I would have to leave and go to therapy instead of staying home and watching the last shuttle launch. It sucks having to choose my mental health and well-being over my love of the shuttle program. So that was the first annoyance of the day.
Then, I had to take Mom's car to do my errands because Sis needed hers to head down to the clinic while I would be at therapy downtown. I HATE Mom's car. It sucks. During the times she smoked, she burned lots of holes in the upholstery, and it still smells like cigarettes. Ick. Makes me allergic. It also pulls to the right like crazy. So my left arm aches now from having to hold the steering wheel hard to the left just to go straight on the road.
THEN, there was a huge accident on my main road to therapy. Two grain trailers were driving down to the Port when one rear-ended the other. They spilled grain ALL OVER the road. The accident happened at 2:45am this morning, and they didn't open the road again until 11:45. I ended up crawling on the frontage road for five miles, but it took 45 minutes. My whole trip usually takes 30 minutes. I was 30 minutes late getting to the clinic.
When I got there, there were only two receptionists working. This meant I had to wait up front in line. The receptionist that always works the front desk is HORRIBLE. HORRENDOUS. RIDICULOUS. Seriously. Last week, she made me wait while she called someone on her cell phone, and then talked to them on her bluetooth headset while taking her time checking me in. Today, she spent 10 minutes fucking around back there doing EVERYTHING but actually checking in the person standing there. It took me another 20 minutes to be checked in, thus making it 11:30 before Monica could pull me back. I only got 30 minutes instead of the full 50 because I needed to leave to get over to the OTHER clinic. I still was able to process my grief over losing Lyle, which was good. (I spent a good five minutes crying and saying, "It's not fair. It's not fair that he's dead, and not someone evil like Dad." I am so sick of people dying tragically at the beginning of July. I am so sick of people dying tragically PERIOD. Tyler and Lyle, and my second-cousin Ginny - who died suddenly of cancer several years ago - had so much more to do and to give, and it's so unfair and so absurd that they were plucked from my life.) It's still surreal, and definitely is weird reading about his accident online. The NTSB is investigating the plane crash, so we will hopefully find out what really happened some day, because I KNOW it wasn't pilot error. The man had flown for over 40 years for God's sake.
Once I got out of therapy, I headed across town to the clinic where I get my medications filled. Because my doctor's staff is stupid, I had to turn in a written prescription instead of the doc just authorizing a refill for my vicodin. This meant I had to go to his area of the clinic to pick up the scrip, but the new guy who acts as receptionist there spends most of his time behind the door in the nurses' station. It took me ten minutes just to get him to hand me the piece of paper. And, because I had a written prescription that needed to be hand-filled by the pharmacy techs, the ten minute wait I was expecting for just picking up pre-filled rxs turned into 45 minutes. As I mentioned above, Sis had a lab appointment and other things to do at the clinic at 1:15, causing her to need to take her car to the clinic and forcing me to take Mom's. She ended up showing up at the clinic and getting her meds FASTER than I did. Ridiculous. Fucking public healthcare, man. Not that I'm not grateful I can even GET healthcare, but holy shit it's frustrating.
I finally left the clinic at 1:30 and sped like crazy home, since Mom needed the car by 2:15 in order to drive to work. I made it home with 2 minutes to spare. By the time all this was done, my shoulders were in my ears, and they still are. Poor Sis is having bad sciatica on her right side, where the pain shoots from her back, across her right butt cheek, and all the way down to her right foot. I've been there and it hurts like someone is shoving a hot poker down your body.
I'm now going to rest like a dead person.