The movie 'Liar Liar' comes to mind when I reflect upon my day...particularly this scene:
Fletcher: You scratched my car!
Motorpool Guy: Where?
Fletcher: [indicating with his hands] Right there!
Motorpool Guy: OH... That was already there.
Fletcher: You - -LIAR! You know what I am going to do about this?
Motorpool Guy: what?
Fletcher: Nothing! Because if I take it to small claims court, it will just drain 8 hours out of my life and you probably won't show up and even if I got the judgment you'd just stiff me anyway; so what I am going to do is piss and moan like an impotent jerk, and then bend over and take it up the tailpipe!
Motorpool Guy: [tossing the keys to Fletcher] You've been here before haven't ya?
Eric and I headed back to the pediatrician this morning, as the green sewer sludge has been coming out of his nose for what seems like forever. The nurse joked that he's such a sweetheart because he's in there so much, and then sent us on our way with some antibiotics for what looks like a sinus infection. Giddyup.
I drop Eric at daycare, stop home to change and pick up my work stuff, then head into the office. My new computer is proving to be as quality as my old one and needs a new motherboard which, long story short, does NOT get replaced today.
So I head to Target to get Eric's prescription filled, plus another one for Ethan. The woman asks if I've been there before (yes...like 2 days ago) and checks to make sure they have everything is stock. I do some shopping and generally waste time for 30 minutes before returning to the counter where the same woman tells me they were unable to fill the prescriptions because I have never used their pharmacy before.
**Important Note: It is now lunchtime and I really haven't eaten anything. People making stupid statements to me when I am hungry is a REALLY bad idea.**
I tell the woman I just picked up a prescription for Eric on Saturday and maaaaaybe there's a chance Ethan hasn't been here before. As I fill out the form for Ethan, she returns to say they have found our information in the computer. Sigh. And I'll need to wait. SIGH. And then she comes back and tells me that they don't have Eric's medication and is it okay if they order it?
It got a little ugly. I, in the kindest manner possible considering the condition I was in (see 'Important Note' above) told her to give me back my prescriptions and she should learn how to use the intercom system in the store. And learn how to read labels on prescription bottles. And how to use their computer. And maybe take some training from CVS because, while they have their downfalls, at least I've never sat for 30 minutes waiting for nothing.
Okay, I didn't quite say all that, but you get the idea. And I was hungry, which makes my memory blurry.
Realizing the bad shape I am in, I opt to go to the CVS by my work since 1) it's on my way home and 2) there are lots of good places to eat while I wait for the prescriptions to be filled. Amazing that I had such a sane thought in my head and how it could backfire on me. The pharmacist is very lovely and does everything the Target people did not (verify my information and made sure the medication was in stock). Sadly, they were also out of Eric's medication (must be a run on Ceftin this week). She is nice enough to fax all the prescriptions to our local CVS, after confirming they have it in stock.
I still haven't eaten. But I decide to go home and eat before going to the next CVS. That was a good idea. They called to remind me to bring my insurance card (old one on file for Eric, and confirmed all 3 prescriptions were being filled, so at least there was that. If only it were that simple...
I get there and find out the insurance company is rejecting the claim for Eric's medicine because, well, I don't really know why. Something about the last antibiotic he took (a month ago) and I guess they thought this one was too strong compared to that one? This is the first time I've run into weird insurance politics, so I'm not too sure of all the rules. Bottom line, had to pay for it out of pocket and need to file a claim...whatever. Falls under our deductible anyway and gets paid for with pre-tax money, so just give me the drugs. And for the amount I paid? Eric better be sewer sludge-free for a good 6 months. Good grief!!
On a slight up-note, the medication is NOT one the $4 generics at Target. That REALLY would have been taking it up the tailpipe...
So, to summarize my day, I have spent 1 hour in a doctor's office, 1 hour at work, and over 2 hours in various pharmacies. Highly productive.
Oh, and my darling husband sprained his 'high ankle' while playing softball last night and requires physical therapy for 2-3 weeks. It's a lovely day all around.