Whiskers is going in for surgery tomorrow. She has a cyst on her front right leg that has grown exponentially and is threatening to burst. Or at the very least be split open by one of the pesky boys when they're attacking her. I have to admit I'm a little worried. The last time we had a cat go under we lost her. That was several years ago and she was pretty sickly to begin with but still. It was completely unexpected and anything can happen, so...
So today they were working on our pipes at work so we couldn't use the toilets or the sinks for four hours. Needless to say I had to piss like a Russian race horse by the time they were done. It was sweet relief when I was finally able to go.
My sample packs of the Topamax ran out on Monday so we put in the prescription and oh my goodness the cost. Thank goodness for insurance. I don't know what determines it but we'll pay either 5, 10, 15 or 20 and insurance covers the rest. This was a $20.00 co-pay and insurance paid $257.00. For a one month prescription. One Month! I take two pills a day, at 60 pills for $277.00 that comes to $4.62 a pill. Unreal, no wonder in the sample pack there was a $25.00 coupon and a card to get on a payment plan. Imagine if I were an epileptic and had to take it for that since that's first and foremost what these pills are for and didn't have insurance.
Same thing with the Imitrex. There's only 9 in the pack and it cost insurance $289.00 so a total of $309.00 with the $20.00 co-pay. That's $34.34 a pill! Boy am I in the wrong business.
It's supposed to snow again tomorrow. Another 2-4 inches. I'm sick of it people. Sick. Of. It. I tell you.
We'll be going to a wedding on Friday for a girl I've met only once. But HDiTty was best friends with her brother in high school and is a family friend. Plus she came to our wedding so I figure it's only right I/we go to hers. So I'll be leaving work early Friday to make her 3pm wedding. I mean, really, who gets married at 3pm on a Friday? Yeah, yeah, I know, we got married on a Thursday. But at least we did it at 6pm to at least try to accommodate people's schedules. Oh well. At least I'm leaving for something good for once rather than a damn headache like all the other times.
My birthday is next Tuesday. I'll be turning 38. I can't fathom that age. It doesn't seem logical to me. I cannot be that age, I just can't be, it's not possible. Holy shit, that's right, this year would be my 20 year high school reunion. If they're even having one. I wouldn't go, not that they'd even know where to find me. Then again, I am on classmates. So, yeah, they could find me there now that I think about it. Oh well, I'm actually ok with it really. But I have a feeling 40 is gonna hit me.
Media quote of the day:
I've had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I'm looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
One More Try
The #1 song from May 28, 1988