Heat Index: 105Β°

Only slept about 4 hours, but feeling surprisingly good today. I think it helps having put my doctor appoint behind me, and then since the holiday is this week I’ve decided to not worry about the blood draw until next week… but I did go in town to pick up some meds, and OMGΒ is it hot out. 😳 Miserable, humid, hot hot hot. I only have the tiniest twinge of maybe wanting to go watch the fireworks tonight, but the heat does a pretty good job of beating that idea out of me. πŸŽ†πŸŽ‰ I know it’ll be cooler later, so we’ll see, but for now I’m back at home and trying to continue some progress.

Bills, finishing up the bedroom after building the new bed frame, maybe adding some more stuff to the “sale/auction” boxes in the purple room… I dunno… I just know that I have to take advantage of these energy bursts when I get them, so I’m gonna keep busy until I can’t keep busy any more. ️🀨 I’ll probably save all the computer stuff for this evening when I just wanna sit, so bills and e-mail and all that can wait until then.

Oh, and no emergency dental shit on the 4th, so we’ll see what tomorrow holds.Β οΈπŸ‘¨πŸ»β€βš•οΈ

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Woozy

I’m glad when the weather is crappy on the days that I feel crappy. Today was one of those days, for both things. πŸ˜• It’s hotter than shit outside, but there was even a little bit of hail for a couple of minutes earlier. But I don’t know if it was something I ate or what, but yesterday afternoon through today… bleh… 🀒 Thankfully it never got to the point where I was kneeling at the porcelain throne, and I think that by the time I wake up tomorrow I’ll be alright. 🀞🏻 Might try to eat some soup later. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

Even though I don’t accomplish a lot each day, being sorta laid up for an entire day is making me twitchy. I’ve got all these little things in my mind that I’d like to work on around here, some of which wouldn’t involve much more than sitting here at the laptop, so I’m hoping to maybe at least get some of that stuff done this evening – while being careful not to do anything to provoke the gurgle… heh

Maybe it was all those frozen taquitos the other day. πŸ€”

Prior Authorization

It’s crazy to think that I’m going to be 45 years old tomorrow. 😐 It just doesn’t seem possible… that I’m… old. 😏 Thankfully, I very rarely feel my age… and even when I do, it’s usually because of my old work injury and the effects that I still feel each day because of it and the surgery. And as the fates would have it, right now it’s particularly bad – because I haven’t been able to get my medication refilled for three days now (due to mysterious insurance processing delays)Β and the withdrawal symptoms from Lyrica and Skelaxin are no joke. 😟

They aren’t even new prescriptions. I just need refills. Refills for meds that I’ve taken regularly for the better part of a decade. And while I won’t say that the two are related, it is curious to me that when I’ve got a court case pending and settlement talks ongoing… that’s when I’m suddenly forced to go “cold turkey” and suffer due to delays in processing the payment by the insurer. πŸ˜’ I’ll probably have to go in tomorrow and pay out of pocket (and hope for a refund eventually) in order to not feel like I’m dying. πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ Trying to conceal my anger has been challenging. I just keep telling myself that it’ll get taken care of, because eventually it always does.

Bear with me… just a bit more complaining…

It’s just a helpless feeling to know that due to delays, clerical errors, product shortages, tactical fuckery, or whatever it is… to know that each time that my medication is due to be refilled, that it simply might not happen… and then while suffering from the understandable withdrawals, having to gather the motivation and energy to fight and figure out what to do to get those meds… ugh… it’s a fucking nightmare.

It doesn’t help that I’m slowly but consistently getting worse. Like I told my doctor, the pain and disability that I have right now… several years ago I would have been complaining loudly about it at each visit, but I’ve learned to live with it – that it’s just going to be there, and that’s that. But it shouldn’t be like that. 😠 So at my most recent appointment we decided that I should go in for another MRI to find out why I’m getting random pops and seizing of my neck when I’m less active now than I’ve ever been in my life. I can’t stop fighting to feel better, as frustrating as the workers comp process is. πŸ˜“

I should find out soon if they’ll allow me the test or if I’ll have to fight for that too…