So, friday was a sort of marathon day. I felt like I was going, going, going, but I felt no sense of accomplishment. My therapist might say I’m being too hard on myself. I say I’m being perfectly reasonable.
Anyhow, I started the day with my annual physical. I don’t know why, but I always seem to schedule these things first thing in the morning. I don’t know why I think it’s a good idea. Once I’m there, in the stirrups, I wonder why I didn’t just sleep in. I did get new birth control (seasonale, so I only get visits from Aunt Flo four times a year—whoohoo), some cream to put on my hands since they get so gross in the winter, and I am back on meds for my depression/anxiety/etc. This will be medication number four. I really hope this one takes. The other three took, then stopped working. Fourth time’s a charm, right?
I then got my eye’s checked, and ordered glasses. Red ones. First time in my life. I will mostly just wear them driving, but it will be an adjustment, nonetheless. I get them later this week…I hope I like them. They was some pricey mo-fos. Eventually I am going to get some crazy contacts, but with the cost of my new bc*, they will have to wait…*sigh*.
I did get to chat with my favorite sis for a bit after my appts. Then met G for lunchy-munchies. I had high hopes for working out, but felt exhausted, so I napped for longer than I meant to. Then, was pissed at myself for not working out. We also went to a show on Friday. I’m leaving that alone for now. Must very carefully calculate my thoughts. We finished the day with late-night dinner at Perkins, and our usual try-to-solve all the problems of the world chit-chat. This night it wasn’t anything too-mind boggling, just shite that should just slide off our backs, but instead we get all worked up. I’m sure I’ll make mention of the discussion…just carefully calculating when and how to phrase things, based on some of the people who find their way here. (and I’m probably not talking about you, so relax).
Whew…I was feeling more ambitious when I started. Now, I just want to throw my laundry in the dryer, and sleep. That alarm always goes off too early for me.
*Can I just say how ridiculous I think the prices are for prescriptions? I have decent prescription coverage, but some things aren’t covered, or are so expensive that I still pay a lot. G pays a crapload just for stuff to keep him alive. I won’t even get started on that tangent. I realize that R&D has its cost. However, we also have to pay for all those freaking commercials (not cheap) and all those fucking pens and post-its and calculators and every other ridiculous piece of crap that the drug companies are handing out to make people want their drugs, or to get drs. to prescribe what they’re peddling. Seriously. I get even more pissed off that nothing is done to destroy the root of the problem. Let’s just keep putting band-aids on the big, gaping wound. The problem isn’t who pays, it’s that the cost is so fucking high. And hmmm, other countries don’t charge so much. I wonder how they manage that? We certainly can’t do that. What, keep our people healthy? That’s crazy talk.
GAHHHHH!!!!