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Good morning from up way too early, population me. I really don't know what my body is doing. It's annoying.
Today, I have to go visit Harford County HR so I can fill out the paperwork and get the money I put into the state pension back. It's a pain in the ass, but I'm pretty sure I've paid in about $1200, so I want that back. I'm supposed to be there by 8:30, so I'll have to leave like 7:45am. After that, I have a taste test thing at McCormick. I don't know if I'm really feeling that, so we'll see if I cancel. Then it's off to see Dad, who will hopefully be in a good mood.
The other day, I kind of unspooled on him a bit on the phone. He was bitching about being kept in the wheelchair sitting up, and I pointed out that it helped to build his core strength. He ignored me and kept saying "Nooo. Nooo," and I kind of snapped and raised my voice and told him that unless he wanted to spend the rest of his fucking life in bed, he needed to suck it up and do what they told him. I feel a little bad for swearing at him, but I am so tired of listening to him bitch. I love him, but I feel like a good chunk of the time, I don't like him at all. I mean, if I wasn't chained to him like an anchor, I would not want to be around him.
I had a rough day yesterday, trying to get ahold of various people and failing. I called Blue Cross, because I haven't gotten my insurance cards. They have us down as "coverage initiated," but not active. They never sent a request for payment, but apparently we have to pay them before they'll do anything. Cool, cool. Will $4 do it?
Since that hasn't been activated, I have no drug coverage to get my meds. Most, it's not a problem. They're like $15 on goodrx. But, of course, the Rybelsus is another thing entirely. I've been trying to get on an assistance plan, but they want me to provide the email address to my. doctor. I've been trying to get it for three days, but they have a machine, and they're not calling me back.
I called Unemployment, to see what was going on. They're still waiting on Harford County, who has 21 business days to answer, which puts it right around Valentine's day. Gee thanks, very helpful.
I have no idea what I'm going to do about the Rybelsus. I mean, I kind of need it, but I also do not have $958 to spend on it. I guess I'll keep bugging my primary care. Eventually someone has to answer, right?
As an added bonus, the shots kind of were kicking my ass yesterday, with a little fever and general blah-ness. I barely said a word during game last night, which I feel bad about. I was just having a hell of a time concentrating and thinking of anything useful to contribute.
I feel a little less shitty this morning so far. Hopefully the day will be a little better, and I'll figure out something for my meds. I hate this. 911 was supposed to be a good thing--a new, better life. Instead, it's left me in this shitshow.
Okay, I'm going to have more coffee and try to settle down. Everyone have a lovely Thursday!
Today, I have to go visit Harford County HR so I can fill out the paperwork and get the money I put into the state pension back. It's a pain in the ass, but I'm pretty sure I've paid in about $1200, so I want that back. I'm supposed to be there by 8:30, so I'll have to leave like 7:45am. After that, I have a taste test thing at McCormick. I don't know if I'm really feeling that, so we'll see if I cancel. Then it's off to see Dad, who will hopefully be in a good mood.
The other day, I kind of unspooled on him a bit on the phone. He was bitching about being kept in the wheelchair sitting up, and I pointed out that it helped to build his core strength. He ignored me and kept saying "Nooo. Nooo," and I kind of snapped and raised my voice and told him that unless he wanted to spend the rest of his fucking life in bed, he needed to suck it up and do what they told him. I feel a little bad for swearing at him, but I am so tired of listening to him bitch. I love him, but I feel like a good chunk of the time, I don't like him at all. I mean, if I wasn't chained to him like an anchor, I would not want to be around him.
I had a rough day yesterday, trying to get ahold of various people and failing. I called Blue Cross, because I haven't gotten my insurance cards. They have us down as "coverage initiated," but not active. They never sent a request for payment, but apparently we have to pay them before they'll do anything. Cool, cool. Will $4 do it?
Since that hasn't been activated, I have no drug coverage to get my meds. Most, it's not a problem. They're like $15 on goodrx. But, of course, the Rybelsus is another thing entirely. I've been trying to get on an assistance plan, but they want me to provide the email address to my. doctor. I've been trying to get it for three days, but they have a machine, and they're not calling me back.
I called Unemployment, to see what was going on. They're still waiting on Harford County, who has 21 business days to answer, which puts it right around Valentine's day. Gee thanks, very helpful.
I have no idea what I'm going to do about the Rybelsus. I mean, I kind of need it, but I also do not have $958 to spend on it. I guess I'll keep bugging my primary care. Eventually someone has to answer, right?
As an added bonus, the shots kind of were kicking my ass yesterday, with a little fever and general blah-ness. I barely said a word during game last night, which I feel bad about. I was just having a hell of a time concentrating and thinking of anything useful to contribute.
I feel a little less shitty this morning so far. Hopefully the day will be a little better, and I'll figure out something for my meds. I hate this. 911 was supposed to be a good thing--a new, better life. Instead, it's left me in this shitshow.
Okay, I'm going to have more coffee and try to settle down. Everyone have a lovely Thursday!
