ammogirl

SOOO much has happened in the past week!  Let me try and make a list really quickly so I can have something to follow:

1.  Pharmacy run-in and throw-down

2.  Work-related throw-down

3.  Ginormously drunken surprise birthday party

4.  Completely destroyed wedding rings

5.  X-ray results with doctor

6.  Totally defunct alarm clock (not that exciting, just wanted to share)

7.  Upcoming trip

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Okay, first.  Lindsey came to me last week and said she was experiencing some symptoms that sounded suspiciously to me like an urinary tract infection.  Which, um, let me tangent here for a moment…isn’t the rule “an” before any vowel?  But doesn’t “an urinary” sound awfully…wrong to you?  Because it does to me.  Anyway, because I happen to be very familiar with untreated UTIs (kidney infection, yup, that’s me) I called the doctor first thing in the morning and got the lowdown on the situation.  Now, I am going to go completely out-of-character here for one moment and mention the one thing that I really like about the military clinics:  they have walk-in services for UTIs.  If you have never had chronic bladder infections, than you probably aren’t impressed by that, but if you have…I bet you are jealous.

Oh wait.  I want to tangent again.  Do you know that I never had one bladder infection in my entire life until the day my then-future-sister-in-law described one to me, and then, the NEXT DAY I had one?  Power of suggestion, much? And yes, I DID go to the doctor, and I WAS diagnosed with an actual UTI, so no, I was not merely exhibiting my mad hypochondriac-ness.  Anyway, since that day, I have had multiple UTIs, with the last one resulting in the previously mentioned kidney infection (or pyelonephritis, if you want to know the medical term) and a trip to the emergency room.

Anyway.  I hope you weren’t doing anything pressing.  I see this might take awhile.

Okay, so walk-in service blah blah blah, and then the doctor called me up to tell me Lindsey’s meds (two different drugs) would be ready after 1pm.  So at 1pm, I went to pick them up, but had to wait for an hour, because they were, in fact, NOT ready.  And then, when they were, I only got one drug.  Okay, fine, it was the antibiotic so I was good, but then when I got to work I read the label and saw “2 pills 4 times a day for 3 days”.  Right.  I realize I’m not the best at the maths, but that equals 24 pills, no?  What was in the bottle: 9.  Nine pills.  I called up the pharmacy, and they said, “huh.  please come back.” When I did, I was told the scrip could not be filled because it had been cancelled, and I had to ask the doctor to input it again.  Upstairs I trekked, where I had the drugs taken away, and answered a few questions, and back to the pharmacy I went.  Where I found that those drugs that had been issued to me for my daughter?  The wrong drug.  Period.  And then it all went to shit from there…no prescription in the system, the wrong prescription in the system, nobody around to FIX the prescription.  After about 1.5 hours and multiple trips upstairs to talk to the family practice folks, I was told, “sorry.  everyone has gone home.  come back tomorrow.”  Wherein I flipped, as calmly as I could, mind you, and stated quite forcefully, “My DAUGHTER is SICK and IN PAIN.”  And then I stayed put, because, oh HELL no, are you not going to tell me to come back tomorrow when you can pick up the damn phone and call someone’s ass back in to work to fill my daughter’s prescription.   And, shortly after, that is exactly what happened.  And that’s that.

Second: I’ll skip number 2 because it is work-related and really quite boring.  And in retrospect I’m not nearly the badass I think I am in my head.  So.

Third, and fourth, really: We went to a surprise bday (why? why can I not just type out birthday? have I become that lame?) party for one of my co-workers on Saturday, and while I swear I was not looking forward to it, it was a really fabulous time.  The company was excellent and the conversation was great.  I don’t know what prompted me to drink Jaeger directly from the bottle, however, but I suspect it might have been peer pressure.  Regardless, while I did feel like shite immediately after the taxi ride home, and went to bed without BRUSHING MY TEETH (ahhh!), I actually felt fine the next day.  EXCEPT!  Here’s me, washing my face the next morning:  wash wash washity wash, hey, that feels weird, what could that weird feeling be?  It feels like my wedding rings are on strange!  Let me just take a look…ooOOHHHhhh!

You guys, although I have no marks whatsoever on my body, and no sore spots AT ALL ANYWHERE, my rings were completely crushed on my finger.  CRUSHED.  John had to use pliers to pry them off.  My wedding band is cracked.  My engagement ring is completely ruined from the pliers.  And the crushing.  It was devastating.  And a mystery, because HOW DID I CRUSH MY WEDDING RINGS?  There are no clues!  There are no answers!

John wants to immediately buy me a new, nicey nice one with his conveniently made last week surplus stock market earnings, while I think a cheap band will suffice while I look around and save money for one I absolutely want.  What do you think?  And before you wonder, no, I did not do this on purpose, as I was not out to get different wedding rings.  I like mine just fine.  Or, “liked”, I guess, since these ones are not repairable.

Would you like to take a small break?  Because I’m still going, here.

Totally stopping after this one, though: FIFTH:  I went to the doctor today for my x-ray results, which the doctor wanted to give me in person.  She told me she does that s0 people don’t panic at hearing things over the phone, but I submit that being told the doctor wants to SEE YOU IN PERSON tends to cause MORE panic.  At least in me.  But it wasn’t a lot of panic because, hmmm…I don’t know, actually.  Anyhow, so I have some weird fusing of my L5 vertebrae to my sacroiliac joint going on, and while I guess it’s either fairly common or congenital, I’m not clear, the doctor thinks that MAYBE that’s not causing my back pain.  Yes, I said not.  As in, they still don’t know what’s wrong with my back BUT!  This time!  They have crumbled under my persistence that I am really for real in pain and not making it up or whatever it is they think, and admitted that I should not be having pain at this level for this amount of time.  So now, I have to get an MRI, and then, possibly…shots in my S1 joint.  Ahhhh!  You guys!  NOW I am panicking!

Tschuss!!