What a fucking shit day I had. Everything except our morning walk was a shit show. Right after our walk, I went to the pharmacy to see if my HIV drugs had arrived. They hadn’t. I called the pharmacy, but no one answered, so I left a message. That was at 10:30.
By 14:00, no phone call, so I got worried. My concern is due to knowing that 24 hours after the last dose, the virus can mutate if a dose is missed and then my HIV medications might no longer work. I phoned several different offices trying to get help. They all forwarded my call to the number where no one answers.
I called the pharmacy on the island, and by mid-afternoon, the drugs had still not arrived. Finally, I decided to call the number and leave a more urgent message and that worked. A lovely pharmacist called back. And do you know what she said? She said, “We have no record of your having called us to order the prescription refill.”
Again, as with fucking Frani and the fucking mental health nurse here, the pharmacist was putting the blame on me. I am so sick of that. However, she was a polite, warm person and so I just told her how panicked I was because I had only 2 more pills to take, and I explained my fear of mutation. She was aware of that concern, and she then apologized for the ‘mix-up.’
She is sending the drugs tomorrow. Hopefully I get them on Thursday, and I won’t miss a day. But the whole experience was terribly upsetting.
Anticipating the arrival of my new chaise on Friday, I put the old chaise up for grabs on our community Facebook pages. That turned out to be prophetic because a Fedex truck arrived with my new chaise even though yesterday was not Friday, the day they said it would arrive.
I could not lift the box, even with the help of the driver, so I went next door and got Dave. He helped me get the box to the front porch just as Nancy was walking by, so all three of us put the thing together. But while I was tightening a screw, the Allen wrench fell through the cracks of the deck.
God felt sorry for me at that point, and I found one that fit in my collection of odd things in my toolbox. We got the thing all put together and into place and I was not a happy camper. There is no back support on this chaise; the old one was excellent, but this one sucks at back support. But it’s clean and it looks nice, so I will cope.
Just as we were finishing, stepped backwards on the cardboard lying on the deck, but where I stepped there was no wood underneath, so I fell backwards towards rocks surrounding the big Rhodo. But Dave caught me. Another reason to love Dave. No sooner was I stable, when another courier arrived. I was expecting it because CAYA had told me it was coming to pick up all my speech devices that I am returning. However, the driver wanted a waybill, but I didn’t have one. CAYA didn’t send me one.
While he waited, I came inside to see if there was a waybill attached to the email from CAYA that gave me the address. Nope. No waybill, so the box is still here. The driver is coming back today if he found a waybill for my box at his headquarters when he returned there yesterday afternoon. Otherwise, CAYA and I will keep working to get these devices back in CAYA’s hands.
Meanwhile, all my plants were fading. Many were flat on the ground because this morning was a scheduled watering day after a hot day without watering, but all my plans went out the window when I discovered no pills had arrived. So late in the afternoon, I started watering all the poor desperate plants.
I finished at 17:30. As I was walking to the tap to turn off the hose, a wasp bit or. Stung me on the lip. A total crapper capper to the day. I was beat both physically and emotionally. I could hardly wait to get dinner prepared and onto the new uncomfortable chaise. I fucked up.
Once I’d had some dinner and a lot of Diet Coke, and after I’d had my feet up on the uncomfortable new chaise and all the swelling in my feet went down, I felt reasonably well, but I had sore ribs from trying to be comfortable on the fucking chaise. Sigh. The old one was perfect, but it was falling apart and hard to dismount.
What a nightmare of a day.
Today can only be better. I shall water, of course, but I’m hoping for a low stress day today. It’s a beautiful day again.
No comments:
Post a Comment