Update:
So since my husband was going to be out today anyway, I had planned a tax appointment for us before the doctor's appointment. Seems simple enough, right?
We go to the tax appointment and with our son in college, of course he gave me his paperwork after he had his own taxes done. Fine. But somehow he managed to miss giving me the one paper I actually needed. Uh -huh. My husband stays at the tax place and I dash home and find the paper my son has put inside another envelope backwards. Just lovely. I dash back, we finish up and that is one thing checked off the list.
Then we get some lunch and head for the doctor's office. Okay fine, my husband is having the second part of his yearly physical and a new gal is going through the questions to so if their files need any updating and she asks a question about his list of meds and I stop to explain the issue we are having and have been having for two weeks+ over the certain pain med and she does not want to know about this, she only wants a yes or no answer. and I nearly lose it.
I had to step out of the room in order to keep my mouth shut and not go ballistic over the stupidity I have been having to deal with for two weeks trying to get this straightened out. I sit down quietly outside and when she comes out of the room I am so very sweet and polite and I apologize to her saying that I realized I was trying to give her too much informatiuon for the task she was doing. Oh yes, all is well. The rest went just fine. Got a pain med changed and a scrip for a wheelchair. I am ready with info for what my husband needs and I am told to just give the info to the wheelchair place he gives me the Rx with a diagnosis and not much else. Hmmmm.
We go to the pharmacy and drop of the pain med Rx and go to the place to see about a wheelchair only to find out that the scrip is written wrong and needed to have the info in it that I tried to have them write while at the office, but no, I was told at the time I didn't need that. Ugh. So the wheelchair place gives me the exact info they need on the Rx for a custom wheelchair so we can get the features we need. Off we go again.
So on the way toward the Dr.'s office, we stop by the pharmacy to pick up the pain med that should be ready according to the time I was told, only to find out from the little gal that since I left the pharmacy and did not wait, the Rx's I am trying to pick up were put in back of the people who were waiting. This time she tells me the wait is 30 mins to an hour. I have to go and tell my husband and my daughter in the van that we should wait so it doesn't take even longer and maybe just maybe the injectible thing that the doctor said "Just fill this Rx and come back and we'll inject him"---maybe we can get this done too as soon as the pharmacy hands it over, right. Nope.
So I go back in and make a point to tell the little gal I am waiting just incase she saw me step outside to inform my husband what was happening and so the girl would not think I left and put the scrips back behind those who have already been waiting.
Are you with me? Now picture us driving back and forth between all these places and people from my work calling me and asking me how they should handle this and how they should do that and a myriad of other questions and updating me and what they did do etc,etc,etc. Driving? Somehow I got from A to B to C to B to C to B to D.....
So now the 30mins to an hour I was told the second time, ended up becoming another hour and a half, so I get in line to find out if they skipped me or what. I am told 15 - 20 more minutes. They keep calling names and no one ever answers in the two hours I am sitting there with the same people, looking about as thrilled as I was. Finally the right name is called, I get the meds and the doctors office is now closed, so no injection, no Rx re-write for the wheelchair with correct information and my husband is being so patient and is now hungry again after all the waiting.
He suggests Chinese take out so I won't have to cook and I dread yet another wait for the food, but glad at the same time to not have to cook it. We finally get home and my poor husband has been through a long day out that he is not used to. Unfortunately, since the pharmacy took soooo long and because the doctor's office wrote that Rx wrong, it is going to require my husband to go out on two more occasions that he normally would not have to do. Two more trips out for him for which the recovery from these excursions is 2-3 days each. Ugh!!!
It is a wonder I never grabbed anyone by the throat and pulled their eyelids off!
But he has his pain med. And tomorrow around my work I will drop off the Rx to get it re-written the correct way. Then I will see if I can't pick up my husband and run him back to the doctor's office to get the injection and pick up the Rx and drop it and the paperwork at the wheelchairplace. If I'm lucky either they can measure him then or I can at least make the appointment to get him measured. Good grief.
Didn't I say somewhere that if it can go wrong, it will go wrong if it has to do with my husband????? Arghhhhh! This is no theory it is fact. Whatever should be simple always seems to turn out to be the most complicated thing.
Now that I am done telling you about my day which is eerily similar to Monday last week and the Friday before that....I'm going to try to peel myself off the ceiling....I'm going to pour myself a glass of wine....I'm going to climb into bed and damn well watch whatever I please and hope bigosh I can find something to make me laugh because I don't like sticking to the ceiling. It's not kind to my hair.
Edited by mcwriter, 09 February 2011 - 01:18 AM.