Friday, November 18, 2011

Friday Good & Bad

Hookin up with Boobies and My Mad Mind for their Fawk You Friday. . You know, the no rules, whine about whatever the hell you want, however the hell you want meme.

Ugh, it's been a week. Lemme list a couple of my grievances for you, along with a funny or two. 

  • Finally got a call from the pain clinic (it's been weeks already). They can't get me in for my initial consultation until Dec 12. They won't give me the epidural that day. They also will not refill my pain meds since they haven't seen me yet, so I have to beg call my family Dr. to refill them
  • I got the bill from the MRI yesterday. My portion is $365, swell. Thanks Anthem.
  • Hubs came home from work last night and handed me a letter from his work. His insurance rates went up substantial amount. Thanks Anthem.
  • About a month ago I had a chip repaired in my windshield. I went out to my car after work the other day and now I have an 8inch long crack in a diff. spot. Which means I will have to replace the entire windshield. Are you KIDDING ME?
  • I have been nominated to have Thanksgiving at my house and it currently looks like a cross between hoarders and footage of the Japan Tsunami because I haven't had time to finish the 89776543467 projects I have going. Hell. 
  • I was jolted from a alcoholl induced soundless sleep at 1:30 am by a LOUD crash. I blearily stumble to the pitch dark living room and loudly ask "What happened" from upstairs I hear the husband say "I'm okay". I roll my eyes and go back to bed. Turns out he fell down the steps and crashed into the bookshelf at the bottom. All I can say is he better not have stolen any of my vicodin.   
  • I pulled up to a drive thru and stopped at the drive up trash can, tossed out several of the kajillion or so water bottles that seem to breed in my car. Then I sat there. And waited. And got pissed. Because nobody was taking my order. Obviously I am NOT a morning person. I probably shouldn't be allowed to drive. 

The best part of my week involved a series of texts, hey tells and culminated in a Facetime session. There were also crochet hooks involved and laughing until I almost wet pants. But that story belongs to Boobies so I'm sure she'll tell you soon enough. 

Why doesn't spell check recognize the word Vicodin?



Mad Mind said...

It sounds like you've had a really rough one. You aren't the only I've heard whose insurance rates have gone up. I guess they think that economy doesn't affect the people who are struggling. They're just worried about their own outrageous amount of money they want.

Insurance sucks! I hope you feel better soon though. That cannot help.

Boobies said...

Bwhahahaha! I am going to tell that story, much to my own embarrassment. I don't know why spell check doesn't recognize should though.

I'm glad your husband didn't die toppling down the stairs!

I insist on photos of your sounds like it'll be epic.


Dazee Dreamer said...

wow, could you please share the vicodin with me? I kid, geez.

Babes Mami said...

I can't believe you STILL HAVE TO WAIT to get this handled!! insurance company. If our rates go up any higher I will be giving up food.

Impulsive Addict said...

WHAT? You and Boobies HEYTELL and FACETIME? Whatev. I feel left out. I'll be over it in about 5 minutes so don't dwell.

Ok, so your insurance sucks ass.

When you replace your windshield, make sure they put your rear view mirror back on correctly and that your windshield doesn't "sing" back to you because they didn't put it in correctly, UGH. Idiots.

Um, I'm scared to show up at your house. I will pray for you and the hoarding situation.

Was Hubby drunk? Oy. That sounds painful. Did he steal any vicodin?

I need to read what you and Boobies were up to. I'll go hound her for a post.