August 5th, 2014

almost_a_toon_Ts

It's a Tuesday

So off to the doctors today. Talked about all my issues and then some.
Anxiety attacks
CPAP supplies
Breathing issues
>sub Handicap Hanger for Lil’Red.
Cholesterol - Jury is out on that one till the blood work comes back but it should be fine.
Swollen feet and ankles.

She wrote me some maintenance scrips.

Did blood work and a chest X-Ray.
The tech had a hard time finding a decent vein in my arms, but did find one. Finally.

Maybe I was still somewhat dehydrated after my weekend shenanigans? Oh yes. There were some.

X-Ray was mostly quick and painless.

I suspect we will have more to talk about once the test results are in.

Once that was done, I drove over to the DMV to get my hanger. The line was ridiculously long. As in bring fucking drinks and snacks long. Jeebus. Got to be a way to improve that experience. At any rate, the line moved at a snail's pace. At some point a county employee wandered through the line breaking the *single line* into **two lines**. Got to me and asked what I was here to do. When I told her I was there for a HC Hanger, she led me into another *much shorter* line. Sign in and take a seat I was told.

IN A CHAIR! AT THE DMV. WTF!?!

All said and done that took a lot less time (once I was moved) than it could have. It was about 7 minutes from when I sat down until I got to talk to someone and pay my fee.

The drug store was another wait. Then back home. Contemplated making a pot of coffee since I hadn’t had any. Or enough. Stopped at a Jack In The Box after the doctor’s visit and got an iced coffee. Surprisingly good.

So now it is laundry and such, and I need to go to the apartment office and pick up a package. Ordered some shirts from Duluth Trading Company and they are here. Probably have some lunch after I get back from that.
almost_a_toon_Ts

"TINK!"

Not a sound a person who wears glasses wants to hear (or feel) when cleaning said glasses. I was standing behind Lil’Red in the parking garage cleaning said glasses when the horrid sound occurred and the lens fell into my palm. FUCK!

**YIKES!!**

Since I was standing behind the damned car I got in it and drove one-eyed jack style over to the optometrist to see if they had another pair of the same frame **HA!**. Girl in the shop thinks she can get a pair from the distributor. Told me I was eligible for an exam and a pair from my *new* insurance. Had to explain that I can’t really afford an exam, new lenses, and frames at the moment. Yes, even with my insurance. Unless I have to, of course. So we took care of this piece of it. Supposed to call tomorrow after she talks to whoever she needs to talk to.

She then applied scotch tape somewhat liberally to said hunk of plastic and metal frame. *NERD ALERT*.

Like most people who wear glasses I have a spare pair or two laying around. Just in case. Think they were from a scrip back minus one. So I can get along for a bit.