I have to give credit where credit is due.
Yesterday’s prescription fiasco had me worried. I went to Walgreen’s this morning and my prescription was there. I truly don’t know how they did it –that giant mix-up yesterday seemed insurmountable. I did compliment the woman who took care of me today–if you can complain about problems, you can also give credit where it is really due.
Then I came home and ran into a giant problem with Youtube and WordPress. I evidently pressed a wrong key and suddenly I could not import videos from Youtube into WordPress. This is a major source of information and entertainment and I would really be lost without the ability to use both platforms. I fiddled around with it all afternoon and just ran a test video (the baby horses and moms) and it is now working perfectly.
And that, dear friends, is enough for today.
God bless everybody.
Patty
This was a test–I seemed to have fixed the problem. Hallelujah!
From August 14, 2017
So we settled down to watch a movie last night, and the computer died. Just up and died As in kicked the bucket, went kablooey, adios muchacho. And I am trying to type on this horrid laptop which gets every other word wrong and was clearly designed by demons. It requires me to hold my arms in a tiring and completely unnatural position. Please pray for my sanity.
I have to compose a Newswithviews column on this keyboard. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….!
I wonder what asylum I’ll wind up in.
You would think folks would know not to feed bears by now.
From March 29, 2014
We ought to admit that, to the secularist, our Christian faith looks pretty silly. To talk to a God whom no one ever sees; to trust in a working-class Jew who was put to death on a cross some 2,000 years ago, and to claim that he’s the Son of God, and our salvation–yes, we admit it. We sound like pretty silly people.
But we can say this in our defense.
If our beliefs are silly, what secularists believe is uproariously, gigantically, rolling-on-the-floor-with-tears-in-your-eyes preposterous. We think God will save us. But they think they will save us!
Yes, the world’s smart people, by means of their idols, government and science, will save use. (They create these things themselves, and then they worship them.) Sinful, mortal human beings, acting on imperfect and incomplete information filtered through patched-up screens of wishful thinking, prejudice, fear, personal pique, weariness, hubris and hope, will transform this fallen world into a paradise–if only they’re given unlimited financing and unrestricted power.
Sorry–but it really does take an awful lot more faith to believe in that than it does to believe in God.
From December 5, 2021
Taking a break from the narrative of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular finds time to read and share this year’s fan letter.
“This is from a Mrs. Citronella Jingles in Brushback, New Jersey. I looked it up, and there really is no such places!” impermeates Ms. Crepuscular. (I am not sure about that word.) “And she writes, ‘Why don’t the men persons in your romance go around with no shirts on like the men persons in all the other romances?’
“Well, Citronella,” Violet replies, “if you ever saw my neighbor, Mr. Pitfall, with no shirt on, it’d put you off the whole business for months. Yew! A horrible sight! Yeah, okay, it’d be nice if the men we see had those completely hairless torsos bulging with muscles–but then no one would bother to read romance novels if real life was like that!”
Privately, I don’t think she knows what to do. Having brought in both a hydra and a jackalope, and handed out injuries and conniptions galore, not to mention property damage–all she needs now is Godzilla.
“All I need now is Godzilla!” she confides in the reader. “The don’t call me the Queen of Suspense for nothing! I defy you to name another romance writer who dares to bring monsters into the plot! Like, who can be bothered with men with no shirts when a jackalope is gobbling up your garden?”
I believe she has escaped having to write Chapter CDLVI.
I spent most of today trying to straighten out the prescription fiasco. I feel like a made a million phone calls. And of course, at the beginning of each call I had to field inquiries from their idiot computer.
What a royal pain in the butt.
It was a multiplicity of errors. Part was my fault for not noticing on my “after visit summary” ( from a couple of weeks ago) that the wrong pharmacy was listed. OK, my bad, but I have not used that pharmacy in 3 years. Someone at the doctor’s office screwed up there.
Then the pharmacist told me (on the phone) that my insurance would not cover it. I said I have been getting this scrip all this year and they have paid for it (their portion, anyway). Then when the pharmacist said she could get the prescription she gave me another drug name. I told her that was the wrong drug.
I have a really bad feeling about this.
Supposedly I can go there tomorrow and pick up my prescription.
Bottom line–I am going to open the bag in the store tomorrow to make sure it is the right prescription.
I am now going to have a glass of wine and make my supper.
Tomorrow has got to be better.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Sometimes, the stresses of life can seem truly overwhelming. You solve one issue and the next day another problem crops up. Sort of like whack a mole.
I realized this morning that I had not gotten an e mail from the pharmacy telling my my prescription was ready. I take one prescription daily–once a day, in the morning. It is a breathing medication and should be taken at the same time every day. I am scrupulous about the time. I called Walgreens and by some miracle got through to the pharmacy. That’s a once-in-a-millenium piece of luck. The pharmacist informed me that the prescription had been cancelled. Cancelled? A breathing medication?
I only have one dose left.
You may have noticed that no doctors work on Saturday anymore.
At least, none around here.
I called the office, it rang for about 5 minutes, then disconnected.
I ended up calling my sister in law who is a nurse-practitioner. She told me to call the doctor’s office again–as someone has to be on call.
I called back and someone answered this time. She said she would contact the Dr. on call and they would call me back. I gave her my number and the number for Walgreens.
Now I can’t do the errands I wanted to do–have to wait for the call.
I know, I know if I got a cell phone I could do both.
Maybe I’ll invest in a dumb phone (just for calls).
Let’s see what the rest of the day will bring.
I hope it’s good. It’s got to be better than this morning.
Patty