Ticks Me Off Tuesday- Guest Blogger

I decided after reading the following blog post that I had to convince The Domestication of the (Once) Single Girl to be my guest poster for this weeks TMOT.  She being uber coolio said she would.  Check out her blog if you enjoy this post! 

Dear CVS (The Endless Saga of Trying to Stay Medicated)

I am an insured US citizen who doesn't even like to take Tylenol when I have a headache.

The idea of taking an SSRI on a daily basis was very unnatural to me.

And then I realized that it made me feel...better.

I do not avoid any situations because of panic attacks. It's kind of like making it through being stuck outside in a really bad hailstorm, though. It did not kill you but it was very unpleasant to deal with.

I have valid Rx's that are written out by my Dr who has been practicing medicine since the year of my birth.

Yet this is what I go through when I call to get a refill.

***

Lexapro. The highest number of milli-whatevers that it comes in is 20. My dose is 40. So I am prescribed the 20 dose and I take 2 pills after dinner.

It, apparently, is a very large amount of Lexapro. I am unable to explain how or why this is. Because I am just the crazy girl who is a stay at home mom who blogs about things and likes to eat raw egg noodles.

I very carefully check and re-check that I am indeed taking 2 pills. Every night. I check the bottle, check the pills.

I know that I check and re-check because I have the OCD.

It was only in the past month that my Dr upped me to 40. My insurance denied the claim when I dropped my Rx off at the pharmacy. In the midst of making phone calls to get something called a prior authorization, a few days were wasted and my Rx was running out.

CVS gave me the dosage of medication that my insurance was willing to approve. 45 pills. And to a person on a smaller dosage than I, that would be a months supply. I was told to take my 2 pills daily and that the insurance problem should be straightened out by the time I needed to refill.

Ok. Sounds fine to me.

***

Sunday, I realize that I am running low and try to call in a refill over the very convenient automated line. I'm told that I can't. The computer hangs up on me.

I decided to wait until the following day. I would just call my doctor's office. Make it easy.

The office was closed on Monday. RI is the only state in the union that celebrates VJ day.

Good thing the mail still comes, though. I needed my junk mail. It makes sense for offices to be closed on a holiday when the mail is still delivered.

*Breathe*

***

Tuesday. That's today.

Office open, call is made. I'm told that the policy is to have the pharmacy fax over a request to the doctor's office to refill the prescription.

Fair enough.

This is where it turns ugly.

***

I had just so happened to save the little baggie that the pill bottle comes in. The one with the date and the Rx number, even though I had the bottle. I just...had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

I always have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. Hence the pill bottle's existence in the first place.

But the importance of the bag was that it explained my dose, explained why I was getting 45 for a month but was taking 2 a day. Written out by a pharmacy employee. In neat red pen.

There I am, armed with information. I call the CVS pharmacy. I get a friendly sounding guy.

I explain that I'm trying to refill my prescription. He tells me that he can help me.

Rx number please?

I read him off the number but it is a little hard to see. It looks like the ink on their printer was at the end of it's rope.

I guess I got a number wrong? I confused him.

I told him that I had the bag that the bottle came in.

He got rude.

He told me that I was not due for a refill. I had been given my 60 pills. I needed to wait until it was time for me to refill my prescription.

I explained the insurance problem. I explained the dosage. I explained that 45 divided by 2 does not equal a 30 day prescription and that my bottle even SAID 45.

But, see, I had misread a number to begin with and that I guess flagged me as a pill-popper. Marked me as someone who was stupid. Signaled me as someone to be rude to.

His tone changed and without even attempting to listen to what I was saying he repeated what he said before. I was given my Rx and it was not time to refill.

I asked if I should call my Dr, would that fix this?

He, again, repeated the same statement as before.

And the words came flying out of my mouth.

'You are not hearing what I am saying. I am not calling you a liar about your screen saying '60'. Give me the courtesy of believing that my bottle says '45' since I am right here looking at it. And yes, I messed a number up. Is that impossible to do? Let's try to move past that. You aren't even listening to me. So how about you stop repeating the same thing over and over and you do what you are paid to do and you find a way to correct this and help me refill my prescription. If you can't do that, if that's beyond the duty of 'Hi my name is Chris and I repeat the same thing over and over', how about you...'

He cut me off.

A pharmacist got on the phone.

***

So the pharmacist had clearly been prepped with the summary of what was happening, coming from the side of me being some irrational Lexapro addict who was trying to pull a scam.

He was calm and polite at first, while I explained everything.

Then he told me that there was no way that my bottle said '45' when the computer says I was given '60'.

I was just...stunned.

I argued with him.

I got nowhere.

I got angry.

I told him that I would be in with my Ripley's Believe it or Not pill bottle in 30 minutes and that he needed to be spending that time figuring out a way to straighten this bullshit out.

***

My mom is a pain in the ass but the lady loves her some drama, so when I called her yelling about breaking off a gladiator sandal in the ass of some pharmacy scumbags in Wakefield, she was all for it.

She came to get me.

Because out of all of the vehicles that we own, only 1 is on the road right now and that is being used by The Bottomless Pit. Don't start on that because it's only going to set me off more.

I checked my bottle. I checked the baggie that it came in. I checked them again and again to make sure that I wasn't crazy. Because I AM crazy. And therefore I must be in the wrong.

Anxiety level? 8? Maybe a 9? Probably an 8.

***

Look at me! I'm Lindsay Lohan!

***

I get to CVS.

I stand in line.

I present the evidence.

The lady that is helping me gets a little bit of an attitude at first.

I guess she's been warned.

And then...

She listens.

She reads my pill bottle. She reads my baggie that the bottle came in.

'Oh no! Your insurance was billed for 60 pills and you were only given 45! We owe you 15 pills!'

That's what I was trying to tell you fucksticks.

I'm scanning the pharmacy for bitchy looking males, but all that I see is the top of a bald head a couple of computers back.

She goes back and talks to whatever face is attached to the disgustingly sweaty bald head.

It's like it's making a point of hiding behind a shelf.

She comes back with the pills.

She hands me the bottle and says 'Have a nice day'.

***

Was I stupid enough to expect those jackasses to come out and apologize?

Actually...

Yeah.

And...

They didn't.

***

I paused for a second, not feeling vindicated enough.

I loudly said 'So? What happened..was this your pharmacy's mistake?!'

The people milling about stop. Ears are perking up.

She says 'Well it could've been the insurance.'

I say 'Oh. I didn't know my insurance company came in here and printed dosage information on your pill bottles. Neat.'

She doesn't say anything.

But I said one last thing.

'The two men that I spoke to on the phone earlier? They were unbelievably rude. So rude. And given that I'm just now getting the rest of my prescription and I had SUCH a hard time...I think they might have a pill-popping problem. I don't think I feel safe getting my medications from here any more. I'll be transferring to Rite Aid. You were very helpful though, so thanks.'

***

I practically yelled 'pill popping' part.

I guess I ought to be careful.

That's how rumors get started.

***

But I had to make sure that the bald guy cowering in the back heard me.

***

And as I walked away people were muttering amongst themselves and checking their pill bottles. My work is done.

Similar troubles? Tell me. I'll be pissed off on your behalf.

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CVS you get the Award this week bestowed by not only me but The Domestication of the (Once) Single Girl in my absence:

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink. *All non personal pics, from Google Images.*

Ticks Me Off Tuesday-Random

*I am once again going to be blessed to be in the company of my in-laws this weekend.  Not only that, but the weatherman will not be accompanying us on the 3 hour trip back to hillbilly hell I have to take with them. 

He seems to think I would get in a pickle in Lincoln driving thru there.  **NewsFlash**  It would more likely be a speeding ticket.  

                                                                         
Gawd, if your going to backhandedly insult my driving, get shat right!  I won't get lost, I have excellent sense of direction GPS turn by turn on my phone.

*I had to go in for my annual exam.  I know, your soo jealous!  On the positive, I didn't yack in a trash can as I have been known to to after being there.  I was however put on medication for migraines.  As I have been sporting one for the last almost 3 weeks.  It's been awful, there was no letting up with it.

 This med can cause insomnia...umm I have that no biggie.  AND AND AND can lower my inhibitions!  Oh please anyone who knows me knows I have none to begin with.  Fact of the matter the stress of life finally caught up with me.  Now I'm medicated in a 9 month trial of this stuff.  So far I have been almost 50 hours with no pain.  But still medicated.  At least I'm not some zombie.

Or worse some arsehat like this:

*The weatherman is putting out for 2 WCM jobs one local, one in a neighboring FO.  There is a guy that has worked in this office since he was an intern.  Circa '93.  He has NEVER moved, and has the leadership skills of a rabid pitbull.  None.  He's a "do-er."  Weatherman is a people person, who lets others help if they want and doesn't hog the spotlight.  Said guy is a lot like the boss her, a smooth talker and will likely get the job here because his wife won't let him move.  Meaning if it came down to the 2 offices having weatherman and said guy as tied.  Said guy would get to stay and get promoted on pity, while once again our family gets uprooted to another even more hillbilly hellish place. 

Yes, this pisses me off to no end.  Weatherman was told as an intern, "In order to move up in the Weather Circus, you must move out of the office."  As stated above this said other guy has never moved.  Ever.  They should be sending HIS arse to said place if it comes to it.  Let him cut his teeth elsewhere.  His wife's wishes be damned.  It's what weatherman does most times...

*Spammers, I am fortunate I don't get them so much on this page I do however get douche bags and stalkers from time to time.  On the page I created for my son, that I update very infrequently, I keep getting these Asian spammers. 

 It's why I no longer allow instant comments on there.   Thanks a lot you arsehats for causing my xtra work.

*This actually happened 2 Tuesdays ago, but since I am sooo good at letting things go I thought I would share.  I'm still actually fuming about it.  After taking some stellar Vids of Little Dude breaking boards in taekwon do with his hands my SD card corrupted.

 Gone, the whole summer was gone!  All because I had been too busy lazy to upload the vids and pictures.  I tried everything I could before I reformatted it.  Nothing it was D.E.A.D.  I don't understand it.  I must have been abducted by aliens and the use of the teleportation to the mother ship must have had just to much of an electrical current for the card.  It's really the only thing I could think plausibly happened to it...

 I reformatted it, and BOOM it worked fine.  All pics and vids gone though.  I had some awesome vids of LD playing soccer, some great pics of him too.  Damn you aliens, at least there was no probing involved. 

So those are the Random things that really Ticked me off this week.  You are all awarded:

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink. *All non personal pics, from Google Images.*

PS If you read last Wednesdays Pervs at the Fair, I did get those snapshots put up.  You can find the link HERE

Ticks Me Off Tuesday

I had a fab TMOT set up for this week.  Then Friday came along and we found a set of newborn bunnies has set up shop under the steps of Little Dudes swingset.  There were six.  By Sunday night there were 4.

I at first was blaming Sully for somehow getting through the protective fence we put up and using them as squeak toys.  Not taking into account that mother rabbits are whores by nature, and not good mothers.  She killed those first 2 taking them out of the nest.  Sully was then finding them.  I swear he was even trying to mother them.  He did toss one up in the air but he could have hurt them and didn't.  Very early Monday morning we had a storm roll through with over 80MPH winds and hail.  It was too much for the remaining babies.  So to add to the loss the horrid mother tore the remaining babies to bittles.  The weatherman went out to clean up what was left of them.  I am beside myself, I kind of grew attacked to them.  I had bribed the mother to come back and feed with leaving lettuce and some carrots out for her.  I wish I hadn't, I should have taken them into our house and dropper fed them.  I get the whole circle of life thing, I do.  I even accept it, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.  I would like to find said mother rabbit and the neighbors bee bee gun and use her arse as target practice.  And don't even get me started on the Robin that thinks it needs to nest under the elevated deck.  We thought we were home free when we left to go back to WI in late May.  Sure enough, it was holding out for us to leave.  Nest up and eggs in 4 days.

 Luckily all 4 of her brood made it out of the nest that night.  So a little corner of our yard was a zoo for a while.

Mother Nature really deserves this award this week. 

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink.

Ticks Me Off Tuesday

So it's been a while, I know.  It's really hard to take the proper time to complain when those whom most complaints are about are all up in yo grill 24/7.

It was a chaotic couple weeks.  LD is now in 1st grade, oh good lord!  Summer together time is in full swing, I need to find a therapist and put them on speed dial.  We will get back to Little Dude. 

The weatherman has once again out done himself.  More stuff to OCD about. More on him later too. 
Sully the Havanese.  Sully, Sully, Sully.  My darling furball.  Havanese by nature are super smart.  Sully is not dumb, just lazy.  For goodness sakes, he doesn't lift his leg to take a leak.  Fine neither did my male Papillon back in the day.  One thing my pap didn't do that Sully-mander does do is crap ALL over himself!  This is a new occurrence, the last 2 almost 3 months.  It's just windy here in Nebraska hillbilly hell, taking a crap into the wind doesn't help at all.  I got him groomed the 20th before our trip so he was all saucy to deal with my MIL.  He comes home and craps all over his trousers!  Dog crap FAIL!!!!  So I go and clean him.  after vaca I text my groomer, I'm a VIP yo so I have her Bat-line.  She offers to trim him down.  Did it work?  For a freaking day.  He keeps this up, I will have him cut down, and not like last year, like this: 

Oh yes I will cut him like a Lowchen. 

On to the weatherman.  He has been off for forever almost 3 weeks it's like a full on OCD-fest.

We have been to Omaha, Wisconsin, back to Omaha, and a week of we3king's time at home.  Did stuff get done around the house?  Sure, I will give him that.  But it is always on HIS time, his way or he throws a man-fit. 

 Drives me up the flipping wall.   It was a bit of everything really.  At the spur of the moment, I wanna do this, lets do this, no I don't want to do that, not anymore.  Like a second child really, and let's be honest his Mother I am NOT!  Then the jobs come into view.  More to OCD on.  My saving grace yesterday was he began to OCD on the job and not little things around casa King.  He forwarded his work email to his Droid, and I will give him props.  He found out he was will be attending the LEAD program for this summer.  As well as finding out in order to get an interview for Indi job, he had 36 hours to do 4 essays and get them submitted back to the selecting officials.  He did and has an interview on Thursday in the morning.  He's uneasy about the personality of one of the workers.  But, knows he can handle it, AFTER a full day of mentally checking out. Yesterday...

After not much thought Little Dude decided even after weatherman said he was shutting the windows in the truck, he still wanted  his window opened.  He told his father as much, but with "Dad ears," and mentally checking out he did not hear.  Little Dude is now sporting a splint on his middle finger.  He also know knows that no matter how strong he is:  an automatic window is stronger...

 He milked it for all it was worth too, got a new set of construction toys and a slush out of his guilt ridden father.  By the end of the night, he was sleeping soundly, with a set of new toys.  

All in all, it has been a busy couple weeks, school out for Little Dude visiting family, and the zoo.  Not related, really the Omaha Zoo.  lol  I also had more time then I would have cared for with my MIL, and pretty much ended whatever relationship I had left with my mother.  These last 2 weeks or so can bite me.  To end it today, I thought there was daytime Tae Kwon Do.  After all, I got the email saying, "daytime classes for those in baseball."  She should have said non Little Dragons.  We drove into town for nothing, and will do it all again before 4.

My winner of this weeks Ticks Me Off Tuesday Award is the last two weeks!

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink. *All non personal pics, from Google Images.*

Ticks Me Off Tuesday

Soooo Krimsin, I see you missed Ticks Me Off Tuesday last week what a slacker!  Where were you?

Well, I'm so glad you asked!  I was having my ankle do an impression of a knee cap.  And might I say, it was a mighty good impression!

These were taken within minutes of each other on the X-ray table. I began compressions instantly, to keep the swelling down. As you can see from above, that's what happens when you stop compressions.
 Upon gravity putting the smack down on me, in her usual nasty way I knew immediately when I heard the "pop" I had done something to my ankle. "Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless bitch."

 Silent prayers that it was not broken were once again answered.  That was even before I picked my sorry arse up off the middle of the ground at Menards.

For the record I was not f-ing around for once.  I was carrying siding for a project that needed to be done on the front of the house.  There was an uneven part in the walk way and of course, I found it.  I'm a lucky devil like that.  In a survival situation or dancing I am on my game.  Day to day life will kick me in the butt any opportunity it gets.

According to the doc 6-8 weeks till the high ankle sprain is fully healed.  Stay off it, don't push it.  And he said it like he almost believed I would do it too, how cute.  I was wondering around the stores and town that evening, and the next couple days.  More proof my family is trying to kill me. 

So that, for the most part, is where I was last Tuesday.  Oh you are asking if that was the morning what was my excuse for the rest of the day?  Vicodin.  Empty stomach less the mocha I had just drank before said fall.  Do the math.

 Vicodin is for muscle spasms from hell and migraines ONLY.  As per directive of my body would have been nice to know that BEFORE I took the damn pill this time... 

Also I have some to realize for all the brain power Little Dude has in his head his common sense is shat.  Somewhere in that head "Watch out for Mom's braced foot." translates to, "Be sure to kick, step, or run into Mom's foot where ever possible."

So to wrap this up, ankel screwed for the summer, doc knows I won't follow directions, family makes sure of it, and gravity is still my nemesis.

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink.

Ticks Me Off Tuesday

So I am going to cheap out on all of you and post something from yesterday.  Kind of.  Little dude had his first soccer practice.  I had already had run ins with the "coach" we will call her "ditzy broad" for lack of a non profane term.  Our initial encounter was several months ago at the gym.  Weatherman was on some cardio thing in the back of the carido room, I in the front on a rollerblading type machine(So maybe 20 feet between us).  There are two of these air skate machines, almost on top of each other.    Next to me as I am smoothly gliding, is this weird old-ish lady making weird noises and acting like she is having an orgasm on it.

For a while I tried to ignore her, not laugh you all knew I was dying too.  15 minutes was my limit, and I like my tunes LOUD.  I left went and stood against the wall behind weatherman.  He was wrapping up and exited the machine.  "WTF is that?" pointing to the chick.  I didn't even want to speculate.  We never went back in there again, and just stay on the hamster wheel they call a track. 

So what is the point I ask myself this all the time? I get the rooster, with less than a week and a half till the first game.  Guess who is the coach?

 K, maybe shave 10 years off but still the creepy old lady.  Awesome.  So, lets Fast Forward to Monday's practice.  We get there 5 minutes early she is nowhere to be seen, the other teams are wrapping up.  they take the nets, and leave.  So there is a group of us standing like morons with kids in wind of 30 miles an hour.  She finally comes and informs us, she is coaching not just our team, but another K league team.  So she is doing 2 of the same age.  Do the math, even if you suck at math it spells DISASTER.  First thing she does is tell the parents the kids like when they run the field with them.  

 I may be a decade removed from the sport, but never remember a coach selling that line of crap.  So the weatherman is all gun ho about going out there and being "Dad."  Right?  This is the same man who tormented his friend his whole life for loving, "A Commie Sport."  And another direct quote, "My kid will never play that commie sport."  See the trend.  Weatherman was a different kind of field fairy in school, the Track and I can't play a real sort so I'll just run Field kind.   No offense to blog readers who ran track, I'm making a point and I dated really only soccer/hockey players when I was in school, he hated soccer.  Why the turn of cheek.  The idea of a kid throwing a ball at Little Dudes head scared the living piss out of him when I pointed out statistically, he is predisposed genetically to getting hurt.  Oh and I did sign him up for baseball, this week.  It starts AFTER soccer.  I digress. 

She is standing there with parents from both her teams and tells them to all work together and scrimmage.  Umm, lady these are 5yo's, its some kids first time playing.  Another dad took over when she just walked away to another field with the other team.   We fired her, actually it was more like a coup. 

 This dad who has played soccer is going to coach now, we think hope.  Weatherman volunteered to help when ever he could which will be almost never, but made him look good.  All the while, the parent who actually played the f-ing sport is sitting on her arse on the sidelines plotting painful ways to harm weatherman putting in all the dates for the games.  I was ticked, I tweeted about it.  Weatherman now babysits what I say on twitter, and a couple hours after we were home started wining about it. 

 This blog really is my last sanctuary via the web.  He has no concept of social networking, blogs, etc.  Drives me up the wall.  I wish he wouldn't have asked to follow me.  His reasoning, "Whats the big deal?"  The deal is every f-in time I type something you ask about it.  Now he put the app on his blackberry and can check it all the time.  Oh joy.  I have like 6 friends who actively read my tweets.  Others just have me on because let's face it, I'm a whole lot of awesome to have more followers.  What evs.  It will be a constant struggle here, forever.  I was a social being before I met him, I will never be the whatever he wants me to be.  I have given up so much for him, his issues, his comfort.  I don't act, I don't dance, sing, basically do ANYTHING outside the house and yet...grrrr. 

 (This and all pics above are via Google images)

 Can't I get a place just for me to talk to my posse?  So now that it is nearing 2AM and I should get to bed as I have to bring little dude to school in the AM, one positive of all this we are booked for 6 Saturdays in a row now.  No visit to the In laws.  Say it with me, Oh HELLS YES!!!!! darn.  And I was looking forward to going there for the weekend like one looks forward to a forced lobotomy. 
 
I say to the ditzy broad you suck, you started all this tonight drama Monday, with your lack of coaching.  You suck and are awarded my Ticks Me Off Tuesday award for the week.  Weatherman, you can just get it every week at the stroke of midnight, you know you did at least one thing every week to deserve it. 

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink.

Ticks Me Off Tuesday

So before the emails again come flooding in let me set the record straight.  I know I have been not keeping up on the blog, but I have been reading the blogs on my blogger roll.  Maybe not commenting, but I read them.

So I will start off the TMOT with an easy mark, my mother.  Or as I like to call her, Mommy Dearest. 

She called the other night, I heard the theme from Psycho, her ringtone BTW and for some masochistic reason or another picked up the phone.  She promptly began dispensing advice on this that and another thing.  This being Little Dude's inability to STFU or sit still. Ever.  She was like, " tell him is quiet time, and read a book."  Can you all say she has spent no time with this child?  I have threatened duct taping his arse a chair.  I got nothing.  He is just A Boy.  My mother has zero parenting skills unless you count beating the living crap out of the kid till she submits because she cannot move.  Funny bow as a grandmother THAT never came up in her sagely words of parental wisdom.  That is also why she is not allowed to be alone with my child.  Ever.  For as big of a pain as he can be he will not be getting the tar kicked out of him for punishment or fun.  I'm a yeller, not a hitter.  I yell loud.  Nuf' said.  Then she decides to hit up fer favorite, my lest favorite subject of more children.  I am all for my friends having more kids, they can have at it, me, umm nope.  I would dig it out and throw it away if they would let me.  There is the sob story that my sister will likely have to get a hysterectomy because of some medical condition.  Blah, blah, likley not even true.  I gave you your first born legitimate grandchild, get off my back.  This one about killed me, so I guess you and LD have at least one thing in common...His was unintentional tho.  And I love him...

 So to make it even more uncomfortable, she then begins to discuss birth control with me, yep you read that right.  She who had two babies with two different men, but finally married the second for a couple months, talking to me about BC.  OMG,OMG OMFG!  It then goes into her talking in great detail of her menstrual cycles.  Who the hell is this person, these are not convros I have with my mother.  Ever.  Having my mother discus parenting, child rearing and birth control can best be summed up in one of my tweets last week after it happened:  Having her discus those things with me is like the devil describing how he gets into heaven.  Really.  I need to just hit ignore on the phone. 
*I am up to my flipping eyeballs in schoolwork.Sadly something has to give, I tried it being my sanity, but that was so far gone, it's just non-existent right now.   Don't think I am just being a slacker on here, I am also helping out running a Collective Soul fan site which I am hardly updating as soon as the new tour dates come out not.Honestly, can I just get one of the guys who blesses his darling presence on this site with the password and log in and have him do it as they come out.  I won't tell Donna, honestly, just till classes are over.  Pretty please?  No?  Damn it, well then the site will be lagging for another month where I work on it. Also the FB page associated with the site, and another page to get the band looked at by SNL to play.  Have I been working on them, not so much.  I'll admit it, the rest of the crew knows I am busy as heck, and understand or are bitching about my being a slacker behind my back...completely.  Great girls the whole lot of'em. Come summer girls unless I fail A&P 2 I will be pulling my share a bit better. 

So back to the blog, since that's why ya'll are here.  Gimmie a bit of time like 30 days to get my classes done, and done right shat together.

My Pharmacology prof decided in March that all future papers need to be formatted professionally in APA.  Umm, I was already done with the class when this little nugget was released.  Which led to a scathing email from her saying that I must not have spent enough time on the class to get it done in a month and a half so it may have been in response to an email I sent in calling her out on it being unfair that she changed everything almost mid semester.  Um, es-sku-zz-e me?  I spent every waking moment doing your class, lady, till 3 AM most some nights so lay the hell off.  Oh, and I got your class AND Disease Conditions done in a month and a half.  Eat that!   Oh and a side note, I'm getting an A in that class.  With very similar papers to the ones you say are so hastily put together, you don't get how I spent time on them.  At LEAST a week per.  Now I have to redo two more papers OR take a B or a C.  AYFKM?   I really don't have time to do this crap again.  I was told that since it was not in the syllabus, I can protest the grade.  By damn I will too.  

 Then there is medical typing I started it after I got the 1st two classes done.  So March 1-2 I started it.  I have to retype a 386 page book, sometimes 3 times in places that's like about 1000 pages for those not so hot in mathematics.  Sweet baby Jesus help me!  If I don't have it yet carpal tunnel is right around the corner most days I want to cut my fingers off.  Trust me slamming them in a door has crossed my mind more than once.  I am amazingly on page 327 of said 386 pages, somehow.  Little Dude is all pissy because I am constantly in front of the computer doing this class.  "Mom what about your farm?"  I know honey, I'd rather me playing farmville too.  The weatherman for a bit complained that I took a bit of time every couple hours to play that on FB.  I went a day without doing anything but classes.  He quickly encouraged the respite as I was so stressed I bit his head off flat out refused sex because I was so mentally drained from all the books and information being thrown at my brain.

I need mindless games to break it all up, or I will be making shanks out of soap and trying to slit my wrists P.S. we have liquid soaps...I'm just sayin!

So I can't really complain about Disease Conditions and Disorders.  The instructor didn't even read my papers just smacked an A+ on them.  Yep, just like the good ol'days/ how it should be.  Her tests were time, so I was breathing thru a paper bag on them, I always got them done and work well under pressure.  But the ticking down is enough to drive me mad.  I happily did them all closed book and no notes thank you very freaking much.

On to my nemesis of classes: Anatomy and Physiology 2, AKA the class from hell.  So, I somehow managed a C(-) in the class over the summer.  I learned three things from that class: 
1. never take classes in the summer to get ahead.  Summer school is for stupid people who cannot get shat done during the real school terms. 
2. Don't take summer school as you have less time to do a complete class that during a regular semester you would have twice the time.  It's punishment, for you, and your family. 
3. A&P 1 sucked over the summer because the book and the tests don't quite line up,

instructor knows and doesn't care.  Damn him. Same book and instructor for A&P2.  Awesome pass me the soap. Dear weatherman tried to calam me the other night as I was looking for something to start the textbook on fire, "Just be happy it took 30 years to challenge your mind."  Challenge, oh no darling weatherman, this is mental rape.  I'm not kidding.  I guess on half the questions, those would be the ones I get wrong BTW...It doesn't challenge me, it makes me feel stupid.  Then I get pissed and go all Cesar red zone and want to break something.

So All my Med Typing is due the of this month 30th, A&P2 on May 6th.  I will try to get in a blog or two before then.  If anyone wants to guest blog, my email is on the side or leave a comment and I'll get it sooner or later.  I'm not picky, you have seen my writing.

Oh and still nothing from OKC, and it really blows!

  I hope we hear something this week, or I will badger suggest to the weatherman to put out for another of the jobs that are out right now.  I can't say what that one is yet.

  I don't want to curse OKC.

And to add to the fun, I get to visit my inlaws in a couple weeks.  Anyone want to shove bamboo shoots up my fingernails, now would be the time. 

I will be black blogging soon.

(this and all images are via Google Images)

So in closing my Ticks Me Off Tuesday list: 

1. Mommy Dearest is still a delusional so and so.
2. Semester from hell.
3. Ignoring my family, shirking parental attention to offspring, and dog.
4. Weatherman at the time of this post still has heard nothing from OKC.  Damnit.
5. I posted a blog so get off my back for at least another week.  I know I am slacking, but I will spam your Google readers again as soon #2 is done.  That's funny I said #2

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink.