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It's Tuesday! We survived Monday! Work was crazy busy. I ended up taking 61 calls. (my expected call volume is 35-40) Everyone was pretty nice so it wasn't hard, and I was especially perky yesterday for some fucking reason. Today, slightly less perky, bit of a headache. I'll get over it and be good to go by 8am.
It's a semi short week. I took PTO for Thursday afternoon, so we can take Boodle to the Vet to get her checked over, and I'm going to call out or go in late on Friday. My PCP had a sooner appt, so I took it, because otherwise I was looking at November, and I really want to get my meds adjusted. The lower dose of Rybelsus isn't doing enough for me, so I'd like it increased back to 14mg. It's going to need a prior auth, which is why I couldn't ask the doc in the box to do it for me. I've been really bad about going to the doctor, so I'm going to try to do better. She's with Hopkins, so she's in my insurance network at the highest coverage.
I'm anxious about Boodle's appt. She's my baby, and I want her to be okay. She's not a young cat, though, and she's definitely lost a bit of weight lately. Not much, but enough that we need to see what's going on. If it's thyroid, we're doing the shot this time. None of that rubbing shit on her ear or pill bullshit. I don't care if it is $1000.
Jess has either wicked allergies, or a summer cold, so I went to see Dad last night after work. He's still confused to some degree, telling me that they took him to a "warehouse" and now he's at the Brother In Law's house. Then, he was begging me to get him out of there, and to get him food or drink (he has not passed the swallow test, so he can't have anything) and then told me that if I "loved him, I'd get him out." The doctor said that he might have delirium for a couple weeks, but goddamn. I tried to explain that he was really sick, but I don't think he understands. Which, I'm glad he doesn't remember the vent, but it does make things tougher. After a while of this, he settled down and dozed off, and I took the opportunity to head out, because I really wasn't up to him waking up for round two. (I did let him know I was going, I didn't just sneak out.)
Today, I believe I'll be taking my sister over to visit. Parking at this hospital was badly planned, so the closest spot is about a 1/2 mile walk, which there's no way she can do with her hip. It would be difficult for me, and I'm in considerably better shape.
Okay, I suppose it's time to stop rambling, and get myself together. Everyone have an excellent Tuesday!
It's a semi short week. I took PTO for Thursday afternoon, so we can take Boodle to the Vet to get her checked over, and I'm going to call out or go in late on Friday. My PCP had a sooner appt, so I took it, because otherwise I was looking at November, and I really want to get my meds adjusted. The lower dose of Rybelsus isn't doing enough for me, so I'd like it increased back to 14mg. It's going to need a prior auth, which is why I couldn't ask the doc in the box to do it for me. I've been really bad about going to the doctor, so I'm going to try to do better. She's with Hopkins, so she's in my insurance network at the highest coverage.
I'm anxious about Boodle's appt. She's my baby, and I want her to be okay. She's not a young cat, though, and she's definitely lost a bit of weight lately. Not much, but enough that we need to see what's going on. If it's thyroid, we're doing the shot this time. None of that rubbing shit on her ear or pill bullshit. I don't care if it is $1000.
Jess has either wicked allergies, or a summer cold, so I went to see Dad last night after work. He's still confused to some degree, telling me that they took him to a "warehouse" and now he's at the Brother In Law's house. Then, he was begging me to get him out of there, and to get him food or drink (he has not passed the swallow test, so he can't have anything) and then told me that if I "loved him, I'd get him out." The doctor said that he might have delirium for a couple weeks, but goddamn. I tried to explain that he was really sick, but I don't think he understands. Which, I'm glad he doesn't remember the vent, but it does make things tougher. After a while of this, he settled down and dozed off, and I took the opportunity to head out, because I really wasn't up to him waking up for round two. (I did let him know I was going, I didn't just sneak out.)
Today, I believe I'll be taking my sister over to visit. Parking at this hospital was badly planned, so the closest spot is about a 1/2 mile walk, which there's no way she can do with her hip. It would be difficult for me, and I'm in considerably better shape.
Okay, I suppose it's time to stop rambling, and get myself together. Everyone have an excellent Tuesday!
