My torn up unfinished dusty house. After spending all morning in Urgent Care yesterday, today I had to take Carole to her primary care doc because he would not prescribe meds without seeing her even though he had the records from the center. She has a severe case of gout in her wrist and hand. First time ever. Picked her up, got to the doc's, waited, waited. Got in, got the RX's called in, then over to the center for blood work that Urgent Care failed to take, wait, wait. By now it's 4:15. Stopped to get her something to eat since she can't use her hand to prepare a meal. Lots of time for the pharmacy to fill the order. Got there at 4:50. No orders. Called the doc office. They insist the orders were called in. Verified the phone number and correct pharmacy. Back to the pharmacist - he said he doesn't have it. I asked him what we should do. She is in tremendous pain, I'm here for the meds, she can't drive, the doc called them in and verified the time, why aren't they here? That's between her and her doctor. Really. I asked him to call the doctor's office NOW and get the order. It's 2 minutes to 5, the office closes at 5, and they turned off the phones except for voice mail. He left a message that they did not return. Now I have to go back to her doctor's tomorrow morning and get the written script, go to the pharmacy, wait for the drugs, and then do all her fricking shopping again because she hasn't done any in weeks. Take the meds and items to her home after. So three days of planned preparation shot in the ass and now she can't help me with having the guests over for a meal or two next week. We'll manage to get the last few rooms cleaned and their linens fresh before they arrive, and stock the fridge after.
Carole's son is working overtime because of co-workers having the flu, and went directly from work to a fire in which an elderly woman on Hospice care was killed. Her husband is inconsolable from her tragic death along with losing his lifelong possessions and home. So I guess frustration and unforeseen diversions are just nuisances that don't amount to a hill of beans in real life.
I have no pie that could shut my crabass pie hole, so instead I ate several slices of Italian bread smothered with cream cheese and a thin spread of jelly. Very very good, but it ain't elderberry pie.
Embrace tomorrow and all the crap that comes with it.
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