Update of the Day: I didn’t post anything yesterday because while I was at work, due to the time missed for my Dermatologist appointment, I was really busy, and once I got home, I was just really tired, didn’t feel like doing much of anything on the computer, and just sat/laid in bed watching TV, catching up on House, Chuck, Heroes, and Reaper.
After Monday’s frustrations and stress with the electric mess, Tuesday was another joyous day of hurry the hell up and wait. I had a 2:45 appointment with the Dermatologist, so everything I did at work that day was harried and busy and just didn’t give me much time for slacking off productivity improving “zoning out.” I was informed that the Dermatologist would probably eat up the rest of my afternoon and wouldn’t be able to get back to work. It actually took slightly less time than that, I got out of there right before 4:30, dropped my prescriptions off at HEB, and headed back to work and had around 25 minutes to pick up support emails that came in while I was sitting and waiting.
Oh yeah. Those prescriptions. Three of them. Apparently, I have Rosacea. Damn my Northwestern European heritage, the Curse of the Celts. Why couldn’t I get more love from the Comanche side of my blood for my face/skin/complexion? The Dermatologist wrote me three scripts. An oral antibiotic (Doryx, etended, time-release Doxycycline – why some older, cheaper tetracycline won’t work, I don’t know), and two different face gels, Metrogel and Finacea. I didn’t know how much these were going to cost me. I figured they probably wouldn’t be the lowest-cost per my prescription plan, at $15 each, though maybe the antibiotic might be. I figured, “well, probably be like $90 for these, maybe I’ll get lucky and it’ll only be $65. Nope. $50 each, the max cost for a monthly supply per my CareMark coverage. When she cute girl at HEB rang me up, I let out something like a cross between an audible gasp and gutteral profanity. When the signature screen asked me “Is this amount: $150 ok?” I commented that I really didn’t want to click Yes, it’d be lying. No, it’s NOT ok. But, resigned, I paid it.
Today, on the next page of happy medical adventures, I spent even more time than yesterday at the Opthamologist’s office. They’re really big on the waiting there. Face time with someone of medical value in scrubs? Maybe 15 minutes total, and that’s probably pushing it. Time in the office? Almost 2 1/2 hours. I came out of there with my eyes numbed, tinted with yellow dye, and massively dilated. With another prescription. I haven’t been to the pharmacy to pick it up yet, but I hope it’s not another $50. My checking account balance has just been taking hard shots all week long, and it’s only Wednesday. So many potential plans have just dried up, and now it’s going to be a lean 3 weeks at least until my second pay check of May on the 15th, and I’ve already got additional expenses delayed until then.
At least I’ve got something to look forward to this weekend. Might post something about that later, might not. For now, it’s a secret.
Link of the Day: LED Hard Drive Clock
Spam of the Day: “We sell the best alarm-clocks for your small buddy down there.”
Funny of the Day: Obama’s First 100 Days, per Facebook
Pics of the Day: Kamamara Matsuri or the Festival of the Steel Phallus
Quote of the Day: “Always take a job that is too big for you.” – Harry Emerson Fosdick