SO TIRED OMG
I haven't really been sleeping properly (again). I think I might start trying to take some melatonin to counteract this again--I'm pretty sure I only took it a couple days when I first bought it, and then got distracted by, uh, probably by the Vicodin ES the dentist gave me for my incredible toothache in the week leading up to its removal.
Anyway, it's been a pretty eventful week. I mean, not like OMGDRAMA happening or anything, but...yeah. Well, let's start with, uh, Monday, I think? Yeah, that was the day after my list of things I need to get done.
Well. On Monday, I called NJ Cure to finalize getting the insurance from them. I was, not even kidding, on the phone with them for an hour. And I'd already gotten the quote online! Ugh. But, really, it was completely worth the time I spent. I have Progressive right now, and they were pretty amazing at first, but the cost was going up to about $141 starting next month. I reallyyyy need to save money where I can, so I figured it couldn't hurt to shop around again--and boy am I glad I did! That insurance would have cost me around $1,600 a year (more if my insurance went up again in six months, as I can only get a policy for six months at a time through them). But NJ Cure is only costing me $916 for the year. That's a $700 dollar difference! Of course, I have to put in a $200+ down payment on the insurance, but then I pay something around $80 a month for only nine months, so I think it's safe to say I'm pretty damn content with it. Seriously, saving myself fifty dollars per month is nothing to laugh at, especially with a certain recent development (more on that later).
Tuesday was fun. On my lunch break from work, I had to make a couple more (and thankfully insanely quicker) phone calls. The first was to call up Progressive to keep them from renewing my policy on April first. That call took me like five minutes, because I'd already called Sunday night (after getting my quote with NJ Cure) to do so, and the lady that night went through my policy and tried to get it cheaper enough for me to stay with Progressive that night. I would like to state, for the record, that I'm fairly disappointed that I had to leave Progressive. I didn't have to deal with them much, but from the times I did, I felt like they were really nice people. And, really, I wasn't expecting them to try to go through my policy and make it cheaper! I know it was only because they didn't want to lose a customer, but it kind of makes me warm and fuzzy inside to know that they would take the time to do that. I don't think a lot of companies would do that any more. Aaaanyway, after I was done with that phone call, I called the doctor's office that I went to back in August '08 to make an appointment. That was surprisingly painless as well--it didn't take long, and then I got an appointment for literally a week later. (I was expecting to have to wait a month.)
Unfortunately, on Tuesday my legs were hurting insanely (I have regular problems with my legs, where they ache and feel week from the knees down pretty much constantly), so I took one of the Vicodin ES I had leftover from the doctor while I was on my lunch break...on an empty stomach. Now, see, the thing about Vicodin is that one of the side effects is that it makes you nauseous. This, like most other medications with that side effect, is pretty easily counteracted by eating before you take it. Usually I don't have any problems with that side effect (unless I'm taking amoxicillin), and I've taken plenty of different painkillers on an empty stomach, and then eaten after, and I've always been fine. Now, I'm not actually not sure it was because of the Vicodin, but an hour and a half after taking it (and an hour after eating), I randomly got sick. Just before seven o'clock, one of my coworkers left for the night and the cashier went off to the bathroom. I was feeling fine and nothing was happening, so, you know, whatever, right? Well, a little bit after they leave, we got some customers at the register and I went over to take care of them. All of a sudden, I started feeling kind of nauseous. It wasn't too bad at first and I just figured it was the Vicodin, you know? Not even five minutes later, the nausea got significantly worse, to the point where I was having trouble keeping myself standing. And then I broke out into a sudden full-body sweat. It was crazy. So I had five people in line waiting to pick up their medications, and I'm randomly feeling nauseous and I feel like I'm having a goddamn hot flash. By the time the cashier came back from the bathroom, I wasn't even able to focus. I bolted away from the register and all but tore off my hoodie. I felt a little better for a few minutes, so I just whined at my pharmacist, and then went back to work. But then the nausea got really bad again, and I went into the corner and put my head down for like a half hour. Once I started feeling better, I went back to work, and I was perfectly fine (if still a little nauseous) for a while. Then, about quarter of nine, the same thing happened again. I ran into the other corner, tore off my hoodie again, and leaned over the sink because that time I was absolutely convinced that I was going to puke (I didn't). So, yeah, I spent the last fifteen minutes of work huddled in the corner SO MUCH ARGH.
...Then I drove home, and told my parents that I might need them to take me to the hospital. After telling my dad the symptoms, he pretty much jumped out of his seat and checked my blood sugar. We had fun trying to actually get blood out of my fingertips, by the way--I have four separate little pricks from the damn lancing device. Ugh. But that was normal! So we checked my blood pressure, and that was a little on the high side (113 over 82), but not anything you would worry about, you know? So I went into my room and sat at the computer for an hour because I wanted to be awake and dressed if I broke out into a sweat again. Thankfully, that didn't happen, so I eventually just curled up in bed and tossed and turned for seven hours trying to convince the nausea to STOP GODDAMNIT.
Wednesday...I went into work two hours late. I was still feeling pretty weak from the night before, despite the fact that I hadn't puked or anything, I was exhausted, and I was badly in need of a shower (which, of course, I hadn't taken on Tuesday night for obvious reasons). Thankfully, the same pharmacist was in Wednesday morning that had been in Tuesday night, so he was understanding. Not much else happened on Wednesday except me snapping at the cashier who'd been with me on Tuesday night for being all "lol you weren't sick this morning you just didn't want to come in!" (She then apologized for pissing me off, and I responded by apologizing for snapping at her and explaining to her why I'd snapped because I kind of usually DON'T.)
And then, today! Well, when I woke up, my mom was in the bathroom, and when I told her I needed to get in there she told me I had off today. WHICH WAS NEWS TO ME. I swear, my parents just make up the days when they want me to be off, and just assume they're right. Ugh. Anyway, after I'd peed, my dad came home. I stared at him in bewilderment for a minute, and then he was talking to my mom about how he'd taken his car down to the mechanic because something something something whatever. And then he asked me to borrow my car, because his truck wasn't working. Apparently he'd thought I had off too despite the fact that I'd told them both MULTIPLE TIMES that I had off on Friday. (So. Frustrating.) So he had to drop me off, which is especially annoying because I always sit out in my car on my lunch break. It's better than being in a tiny room surrounded by Wal Mart employees, you know? But oh well. At some random point during the day, I remembered I had to call Planned Parenthood about my birth control prescription. (The doctor had me on Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo, and I'd had them call it in to the pharmacy because it had a generic, right? Well, now the generic has been fucking discontinued...and the brand costs sixty dollars. Through my insurance. Fuck. Everything.) Sigh. I ended up being on hold for like twenty minutes at first, and then I called back and finally got someone. I spent about five minutes trying to explain to the first person that I needed a different birth control. It's like, seriously, how hard is that to get? Ugh. But eventually I got them to call in just plain Ortho Tri-Cyclen for me. Wee! On my lunch break, I walked over to Dunkin Donuts and got one of those grilled cheese flatbreads, and then sat at the empty table outside to nom. The night went pretty well after that until about seven-thirty when, of course, all hell broke loose. Let's just say that I actually didn't manage to finish filling all of the prescriptions that were in the queue. This is mostly because the new pharmacist literally wouldn't do anything but check the prescriptions, so I was doing, uh, everything else. Including spending fifteen minutes each on three separate customers explaining shit to them. Then, near the end of the night, I turned to the cashier and asked him to ring out my prescription for me...only to discover that my bag had gone missing. Ugh. It's a fucking good thing I still have a week left on my current birth control, because this is SERIOUSLY ANNOYING.
...Then, after work, my dad had to pick me up. My phone had apparently turned itself off at some point during the "omgsomuchworkomgomgomg" phase of the night, so he was waiting for me outside. He ended up having to come inside to shop with me, which is the most annoying thing EVAR, if only because he kept asking me to buy him shit.
The good news is, I came home with a blender! I'm pretty excited about this. I need to get some yogurt or something soon, and then I'm going to make smoothies! And I'm also going to make milkshakes. And I may considering making daiquiris at some point or another if, you know, I ever feel like it. Heh.
And. This all leaves tomorrow. I'm going to be stuck home all day, so I suppose tomorrow I'm going to have to call the vet to make another appointment. Demi hasn't been seen yet, and I need to get some more flea medication for them, because Cassie's starting to each really bad again. I'm so goddamn annoyed with all this, and I really don't like to see my kitties hurting, and ARGH I HATE FLEAS. If I'm not feeling epically lazy tomorrow, I also have some cleaning I should get done. I'm considering cleaning out the hall closet (because god only knows what's growing in there), and there's a corner of my room that I need to start clearing off so I can finally get my dad to start switching the rooms. I also have to sort through my dad's ties for him--we bought a cheapo tie hanger tonight because we've had to double up the ties on the one I bought him last Christmas and they keep falling off. Which is, you know, grr. I suppose I should probably clean up the stuff my cats have knocked off the top shelf in my closet as well. Maybe run the vacuum in here again. The floor's looking pretty spotty. Meh. And I need to find some phone number for my dad to call because he STILL hasn't gotten his stupid state refund, and I kind of need the money.
Oh, I forgot to mention that! Yesterday, I got some mail from one of my credit card companies. I'm getting really fucking annoyed with this company, which, by the way, was my favorite one at first. For one thing, the APR jumped up from obscenely low to obscenely high a while ago. For another, I discovered the other day that it actually has my mom's credit associated with it, and, uh, that's kind of bad for me. But the final straw was the letter I got last night. Since the card's associated with my mom, they decided to lower my credit limit--from, $2,400 to $850. I just. Seriously? Seriously? Why the FUCK did they ever give me a credit limit that high to begin with? No, I think I know--so they could fuck me up by lowering my credit limit later on and hoping that, by the time they decided to do that, I'd have gone over the fucking limit they were lowering it too. Which I'm not, thankfully--but I now only have two hundred dollars available on the card! That kind of percentage in debt isn't good, credit-wise, so now I have to put all of my money on that to get it down. I'm considering skipping what I was going to do with my bonus (read: buying amazing, but super-expensive, bras) and just putting that "extra" money on that card instead. This is just all kinds of inconvenient for me, and I'm just really fucking getting sick of having something fuck up just as things are starting to go right for me (financially). Can't I just get a fucking break? ARGH.
...And on that note, a half hour after starting this entry, I'm going the hell to sleep. So much for getting some quality time in with Legend of Legaia.
Anyway, it's been a pretty eventful week. I mean, not like OMGDRAMA happening or anything, but...yeah. Well, let's start with, uh, Monday, I think? Yeah, that was the day after my list of things I need to get done.
Well. On Monday, I called NJ Cure to finalize getting the insurance from them. I was, not even kidding, on the phone with them for an hour. And I'd already gotten the quote online! Ugh. But, really, it was completely worth the time I spent. I have Progressive right now, and they were pretty amazing at first, but the cost was going up to about $141 starting next month. I reallyyyy need to save money where I can, so I figured it couldn't hurt to shop around again--and boy am I glad I did! That insurance would have cost me around $1,600 a year (more if my insurance went up again in six months, as I can only get a policy for six months at a time through them). But NJ Cure is only costing me $916 for the year. That's a $700 dollar difference! Of course, I have to put in a $200+ down payment on the insurance, but then I pay something around $80 a month for only nine months, so I think it's safe to say I'm pretty damn content with it. Seriously, saving myself fifty dollars per month is nothing to laugh at, especially with a certain recent development (more on that later).
Tuesday was fun. On my lunch break from work, I had to make a couple more (and thankfully insanely quicker) phone calls. The first was to call up Progressive to keep them from renewing my policy on April first. That call took me like five minutes, because I'd already called Sunday night (after getting my quote with NJ Cure) to do so, and the lady that night went through my policy and tried to get it cheaper enough for me to stay with Progressive that night. I would like to state, for the record, that I'm fairly disappointed that I had to leave Progressive. I didn't have to deal with them much, but from the times I did, I felt like they were really nice people. And, really, I wasn't expecting them to try to go through my policy and make it cheaper! I know it was only because they didn't want to lose a customer, but it kind of makes me warm and fuzzy inside to know that they would take the time to do that. I don't think a lot of companies would do that any more. Aaaanyway, after I was done with that phone call, I called the doctor's office that I went to back in August '08 to make an appointment. That was surprisingly painless as well--it didn't take long, and then I got an appointment for literally a week later. (I was expecting to have to wait a month.)
Unfortunately, on Tuesday my legs were hurting insanely (I have regular problems with my legs, where they ache and feel week from the knees down pretty much constantly), so I took one of the Vicodin ES I had leftover from the doctor while I was on my lunch break...on an empty stomach. Now, see, the thing about Vicodin is that one of the side effects is that it makes you nauseous. This, like most other medications with that side effect, is pretty easily counteracted by eating before you take it. Usually I don't have any problems with that side effect (unless I'm taking amoxicillin), and I've taken plenty of different painkillers on an empty stomach, and then eaten after, and I've always been fine. Now, I'm not actually not sure it was because of the Vicodin, but an hour and a half after taking it (and an hour after eating), I randomly got sick. Just before seven o'clock, one of my coworkers left for the night and the cashier went off to the bathroom. I was feeling fine and nothing was happening, so, you know, whatever, right? Well, a little bit after they leave, we got some customers at the register and I went over to take care of them. All of a sudden, I started feeling kind of nauseous. It wasn't too bad at first and I just figured it was the Vicodin, you know? Not even five minutes later, the nausea got significantly worse, to the point where I was having trouble keeping myself standing. And then I broke out into a sudden full-body sweat. It was crazy. So I had five people in line waiting to pick up their medications, and I'm randomly feeling nauseous and I feel like I'm having a goddamn hot flash. By the time the cashier came back from the bathroom, I wasn't even able to focus. I bolted away from the register and all but tore off my hoodie. I felt a little better for a few minutes, so I just whined at my pharmacist, and then went back to work. But then the nausea got really bad again, and I went into the corner and put my head down for like a half hour. Once I started feeling better, I went back to work, and I was perfectly fine (if still a little nauseous) for a while. Then, about quarter of nine, the same thing happened again. I ran into the other corner, tore off my hoodie again, and leaned over the sink because that time I was absolutely convinced that I was going to puke (I didn't). So, yeah, I spent the last fifteen minutes of work huddled in the corner SO MUCH ARGH.
...Then I drove home, and told my parents that I might need them to take me to the hospital. After telling my dad the symptoms, he pretty much jumped out of his seat and checked my blood sugar. We had fun trying to actually get blood out of my fingertips, by the way--I have four separate little pricks from the damn lancing device. Ugh. But that was normal! So we checked my blood pressure, and that was a little on the high side (113 over 82), but not anything you would worry about, you know? So I went into my room and sat at the computer for an hour because I wanted to be awake and dressed if I broke out into a sweat again. Thankfully, that didn't happen, so I eventually just curled up in bed and tossed and turned for seven hours trying to convince the nausea to STOP GODDAMNIT.
Wednesday...I went into work two hours late. I was still feeling pretty weak from the night before, despite the fact that I hadn't puked or anything, I was exhausted, and I was badly in need of a shower (which, of course, I hadn't taken on Tuesday night for obvious reasons). Thankfully, the same pharmacist was in Wednesday morning that had been in Tuesday night, so he was understanding. Not much else happened on Wednesday except me snapping at the cashier who'd been with me on Tuesday night for being all "lol you weren't sick this morning you just didn't want to come in!" (She then apologized for pissing me off, and I responded by apologizing for snapping at her and explaining to her why I'd snapped because I kind of usually DON'T.)
And then, today! Well, when I woke up, my mom was in the bathroom, and when I told her I needed to get in there she told me I had off today. WHICH WAS NEWS TO ME. I swear, my parents just make up the days when they want me to be off, and just assume they're right. Ugh. Anyway, after I'd peed, my dad came home. I stared at him in bewilderment for a minute, and then he was talking to my mom about how he'd taken his car down to the mechanic because something something something whatever. And then he asked me to borrow my car, because his truck wasn't working. Apparently he'd thought I had off too despite the fact that I'd told them both MULTIPLE TIMES that I had off on Friday. (So. Frustrating.) So he had to drop me off, which is especially annoying because I always sit out in my car on my lunch break. It's better than being in a tiny room surrounded by Wal Mart employees, you know? But oh well. At some random point during the day, I remembered I had to call Planned Parenthood about my birth control prescription. (The doctor had me on Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo, and I'd had them call it in to the pharmacy because it had a generic, right? Well, now the generic has been fucking discontinued...and the brand costs sixty dollars. Through my insurance. Fuck. Everything.) Sigh. I ended up being on hold for like twenty minutes at first, and then I called back and finally got someone. I spent about five minutes trying to explain to the first person that I needed a different birth control. It's like, seriously, how hard is that to get? Ugh. But eventually I got them to call in just plain Ortho Tri-Cyclen for me. Wee! On my lunch break, I walked over to Dunkin Donuts and got one of those grilled cheese flatbreads, and then sat at the empty table outside to nom. The night went pretty well after that until about seven-thirty when, of course, all hell broke loose. Let's just say that I actually didn't manage to finish filling all of the prescriptions that were in the queue. This is mostly because the new pharmacist literally wouldn't do anything but check the prescriptions, so I was doing, uh, everything else. Including spending fifteen minutes each on three separate customers explaining shit to them. Then, near the end of the night, I turned to the cashier and asked him to ring out my prescription for me...only to discover that my bag had gone missing. Ugh. It's a fucking good thing I still have a week left on my current birth control, because this is SERIOUSLY ANNOYING.
...Then, after work, my dad had to pick me up. My phone had apparently turned itself off at some point during the "omgsomuchworkomgomgomg" phase of the night, so he was waiting for me outside. He ended up having to come inside to shop with me, which is the most annoying thing EVAR, if only because he kept asking me to buy him shit.
The good news is, I came home with a blender! I'm pretty excited about this. I need to get some yogurt or something soon, and then I'm going to make smoothies! And I'm also going to make milkshakes. And I may considering making daiquiris at some point or another if, you know, I ever feel like it. Heh.
And. This all leaves tomorrow. I'm going to be stuck home all day, so I suppose tomorrow I'm going to have to call the vet to make another appointment. Demi hasn't been seen yet, and I need to get some more flea medication for them, because Cassie's starting to each really bad again. I'm so goddamn annoyed with all this, and I really don't like to see my kitties hurting, and ARGH I HATE FLEAS. If I'm not feeling epically lazy tomorrow, I also have some cleaning I should get done. I'm considering cleaning out the hall closet (because god only knows what's growing in there), and there's a corner of my room that I need to start clearing off so I can finally get my dad to start switching the rooms. I also have to sort through my dad's ties for him--we bought a cheapo tie hanger tonight because we've had to double up the ties on the one I bought him last Christmas and they keep falling off. Which is, you know, grr. I suppose I should probably clean up the stuff my cats have knocked off the top shelf in my closet as well. Maybe run the vacuum in here again. The floor's looking pretty spotty. Meh. And I need to find some phone number for my dad to call because he STILL hasn't gotten his stupid state refund, and I kind of need the money.
Oh, I forgot to mention that! Yesterday, I got some mail from one of my credit card companies. I'm getting really fucking annoyed with this company, which, by the way, was my favorite one at first. For one thing, the APR jumped up from obscenely low to obscenely high a while ago. For another, I discovered the other day that it actually has my mom's credit associated with it, and, uh, that's kind of bad for me. But the final straw was the letter I got last night. Since the card's associated with my mom, they decided to lower my credit limit--from, $2,400 to $850. I just. Seriously? Seriously? Why the FUCK did they ever give me a credit limit that high to begin with? No, I think I know--so they could fuck me up by lowering my credit limit later on and hoping that, by the time they decided to do that, I'd have gone over the fucking limit they were lowering it too. Which I'm not, thankfully--but I now only have two hundred dollars available on the card! That kind of percentage in debt isn't good, credit-wise, so now I have to put all of my money on that to get it down. I'm considering skipping what I was going to do with my bonus (read: buying amazing, but super-expensive, bras) and just putting that "extra" money on that card instead. This is just all kinds of inconvenient for me, and I'm just really fucking getting sick of having something fuck up just as things are starting to go right for me (financially). Can't I just get a fucking break? ARGH.
...And on that note, a half hour after starting this entry, I'm going the hell to sleep. So much for getting some quality time in with Legend of Legaia.