Again, this shit only happens to me.
Jan. 6th, 2010 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spookyeviloneAs I'm preparing to leave work to head to an ENT appointment, with my jacket on, an attorney runs up to me, frantic. "I can't email this file!" "How big is it?" "20gb.." "Uhhhh.." So I get stuck doing an encrypted zip 'n burn.. only once it's zipped, it won't burn to ISO because it's over 2g. ARGH! I fixed it and set it to burn and left my password with someone and ran for the door because That Guy was waiting downstairs and I was going to be late.
Made it to the ENT on time. Looked at pretty pictures of the inside of my skull. There's nothing wrong with my nose, my sinuses, my septum, or my turbinate tissue. What?! Then what's with the misery, mate? She busts out the lidocaine spray, pumps my nose full of it and tells me to swallow til it tastes bad. I snickered. She looked at me funny. I covered by saying that after PND, my definition of 'tastes bad' has radically changed. She nodded. Really glad I didn't blurt out what I'd been thinking. I kept looking at the monitor and she finally asked, "Do you want to watch?" Hells yeah, I want to watch! So I got to watch her snake a camera up my right nostril until I went 'ouch', then up my left nostril and down into my throat. I kept getting distracted watching the screen as I swallowed and talked. It was neat. Gooey, but neat. The throat damage from the 1991 ripped vocal folds incident was visible, and then we got treated to what PND looks like from the inside. Yum. :P
Left ENT with a prescription for a nasal spray antihistamine/steroid and sudafed. Yes, I know you can get sudafed over the counter, but I got a prescription for enough to make a methdoctor giggle themselves sick with glee. Because I am tired of being treated like a criminal whenever I get a sinus infection. The scrip overrides the stupid ban.
We stopped at the post office so I could get a PO box. I didn't have enough ID with me. The website didn't say "You need to bring in a shitton of ID so we can verify that you're you and you live in this state", the ijits didn't tell me to bring it in when I called to verify that they had a PO box available, so I was really annoyed.
We went to get the scrip filled. I reached for the scrip right after I got out of the car.. and it wasn't there. Tore my pockets apart, it wasn't in them. That Guy asked if I wanted to go back to look for it, but I was pretty much done with having Fate mess with me, so I had him take me home. Looked up the pharmacy address, called my ENT's office.. and That Guy beeps in. He went back to the post office and found my scrips in the parking lot. He came and got me again, and we went to get them filled.
Guess what the pharmacy is out of. They have it ordered and it will be in tomorrow. I bought Oreos instead.
Also: WTF, sugarfree Oreos? Seriously? That's a crime against god and man. That Guy pointed out that it could have been worse, it could have been sugar AND FAT free.. but I pointed out that would have torn a hole in space/time and stopped the sun. For some reason, the employee stocking the endcap looked at me funny.
Made it to the ENT on time. Looked at pretty pictures of the inside of my skull. There's nothing wrong with my nose, my sinuses, my septum, or my turbinate tissue. What?! Then what's with the misery, mate? She busts out the lidocaine spray, pumps my nose full of it and tells me to swallow til it tastes bad. I snickered. She looked at me funny. I covered by saying that after PND, my definition of 'tastes bad' has radically changed. She nodded. Really glad I didn't blurt out what I'd been thinking. I kept looking at the monitor and she finally asked, "Do you want to watch?" Hells yeah, I want to watch! So I got to watch her snake a camera up my right nostril until I went 'ouch', then up my left nostril and down into my throat. I kept getting distracted watching the screen as I swallowed and talked. It was neat. Gooey, but neat. The throat damage from the 1991 ripped vocal folds incident was visible, and then we got treated to what PND looks like from the inside. Yum. :P
Left ENT with a prescription for a nasal spray antihistamine/steroid and sudafed. Yes, I know you can get sudafed over the counter, but I got a prescription for enough to make a methdoctor giggle themselves sick with glee. Because I am tired of being treated like a criminal whenever I get a sinus infection. The scrip overrides the stupid ban.
We stopped at the post office so I could get a PO box. I didn't have enough ID with me. The website didn't say "You need to bring in a shitton of ID so we can verify that you're you and you live in this state", the ijits didn't tell me to bring it in when I called to verify that they had a PO box available, so I was really annoyed.
We went to get the scrip filled. I reached for the scrip right after I got out of the car.. and it wasn't there. Tore my pockets apart, it wasn't in them. That Guy asked if I wanted to go back to look for it, but I was pretty much done with having Fate mess with me, so I had him take me home. Looked up the pharmacy address, called my ENT's office.. and That Guy beeps in. He went back to the post office and found my scrips in the parking lot. He came and got me again, and we went to get them filled.
Guess what the pharmacy is out of. They have it ordered and it will be in tomorrow. I bought Oreos instead.
Also: WTF, sugarfree Oreos? Seriously? That's a crime against god and man. That Guy pointed out that it could have been worse, it could have been sugar AND FAT free.. but I pointed out that would have torn a hole in space/time and stopped the sun. For some reason, the employee stocking the endcap looked at me funny.
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Date: 2010-01-07 01:12 pm (UTC)My eyedrops (that I need every day) have an - get this - opaque green bottle so you can't see what you have left. Shaking bottle does NOT give an adequate estimate. I ran OUT. Needless to say my eyes are starting to feel weird and they'd better have them in this afternoon as they are supposed to.