bits and bobs
A bunch of stuff has happened this week so:
1. We had the tech out to service the heat pump and discovered the blower motor had broken something and had to be replaced. $1200 later, it's working fine, but, um, ouch?
2. After weeks, I finally have my damn antibiotics.
The SIBO breath test was positive, like we all thought it would be. I am annoyed at my doctor's office because I had this specific exchange with the nurse or whoever administered the test:
Her: You should have the results within about a week. If it's positive, they'll call you. If it's negative, they'll send you a letter.
Me: Will the results be on the patient portal?
Her: Yes, but they'll call you if it's positive.
A week later, a letter shows up in the patient portal. "Your results were positive..."
The letter said "I am enclosing information on diet" (it wasn't there) and told me that I was getting a prescription for Xifaxan, an antibiotic, and a specialty prescription for a low dose of erythomycin to take after I finish the Xifaxan to hopefully keep the SIBO from coming back, but be a low enough dose I won't have antibiotic effects.
So I called my pharmacy, and then the other one, and neither of them had it. I called my doctor's office a day later, more than a little peeved, and some phone tag later discovered that the antibiotic required a preauth and had to be filled by a specialty pharmacy in Florida that would call me once the preauth went through.
That took a week, and then for some reason they called the home line to tell me it had gone through, so that required more phone tag because I don't answer the home line because it's never for me. Then I had to fill out their consent forms, and that was over a weekend, and they finally called me Tuesday to say everything was clear and they would overnight the prescription to me BUT it absolutely required a signature (without their co-pay card this would have been over $700; with it I paid nothing). So we arranged a delivery window on Thursday and yesterday I flew downstairs when Buddy started barking and signed and got my goddamned pills.
In case you were curious, I have to take three a day for fourteen days, and each pill is roughly the size of the top joint of my pinky finger. However they are surprisingly easy to swallow if you don't mind horse pills and I have swallowed so much freaking medication in my time that nothing fazes me anymore except lamotrigine and some of my pot capsules.
And I never remembered to pick up the other scrip so I need to call them this weekend and find out if they can redo it for me. Oops. I meant to pick them up after I started the Xifaxan and that just took longer than expected, so...but at least I have my antibiotics now which means hopefully soon my stomach will stop hating me. Hope with me.
3. I did a thing and I'm proud of myself for it. A local yoga studio was offering a six-week intro course, for people who hadn't done yoga before or were out of practice. I am years out of practice so I signed up for the intro. The first class was Wednesday and despite social anxiety and depression and blah blah I actually freaking went and I'm very glad I went. Now I just have to go back next week.
4. Still proud I finished WC. I'm not exactly surprised I did it, because I knew I was going to finish it, but I'm still amazed it actually happened if that makes sense.
5. I'm ahead of my GYWO goal for the year so far (not hard since we're just a month in) but I'm a lot less fussed about completing it this year because I did complete the thing that meant the most. I'll have a breakdown post of WC numbers later, because I want to combine all my disparate WC files and see what Word says my total is as compared to AO3.
6. Politics continues to be a nightmare (dear international friends: we are so very sorry. he lost the popular vote by 3 million votes. we think russian operatives put him in office. he represents the worst of us and we're doing what we can. please send good thoughts and stay away from our country until it stops setting itself on fire) and I am frustrated that the next mass protest day will be when Morgan and I are in Hawaii so we can't go. We'll have to see if there's anything in Hawaii.
I do think, however, that based on an image I saw online I am going to designate myself "Protestor Support Class". Next protest I go to I want a sign that says "Need Something? Ask Me!" and has pictures of essentials on it. I talked to sanders about what would go in a Protestor Support backpack and we came up with the following:
* Bandaids
* Roll-on Icy Hot
* Those one-use icepacks
* Tweezers (I'm not sure why this one but sanders said it should be included)
* Ibuprofen, Tylenol, maybe Excedrin
* Ace bandage (just one though)
* Charging cords for USB and Lightning, and external battery packs
* Some snacks. For allergen reasons, sanders and I settled on string cheese and oranges, and I'm adding jerky to that. But all of these are sealed and shouldn't have allergen contaminants.
What am I missing?
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1. We had the tech out to service the heat pump and discovered the blower motor had broken something and had to be replaced. $1200 later, it's working fine, but, um, ouch?
2. After weeks, I finally have my damn antibiotics.
The SIBO breath test was positive, like we all thought it would be. I am annoyed at my doctor's office because I had this specific exchange with the nurse or whoever administered the test:
Her: You should have the results within about a week. If it's positive, they'll call you. If it's negative, they'll send you a letter.
Me: Will the results be on the patient portal?
Her: Yes, but they'll call you if it's positive.
A week later, a letter shows up in the patient portal. "Your results were positive..."
The letter said "I am enclosing information on diet" (it wasn't there) and told me that I was getting a prescription for Xifaxan, an antibiotic, and a specialty prescription for a low dose of erythomycin to take after I finish the Xifaxan to hopefully keep the SIBO from coming back, but be a low enough dose I won't have antibiotic effects.
So I called my pharmacy, and then the other one, and neither of them had it. I called my doctor's office a day later, more than a little peeved, and some phone tag later discovered that the antibiotic required a preauth and had to be filled by a specialty pharmacy in Florida that would call me once the preauth went through.
That took a week, and then for some reason they called the home line to tell me it had gone through, so that required more phone tag because I don't answer the home line because it's never for me. Then I had to fill out their consent forms, and that was over a weekend, and they finally called me Tuesday to say everything was clear and they would overnight the prescription to me BUT it absolutely required a signature (without their co-pay card this would have been over $700; with it I paid nothing). So we arranged a delivery window on Thursday and yesterday I flew downstairs when Buddy started barking and signed and got my goddamned pills.
In case you were curious, I have to take three a day for fourteen days, and each pill is roughly the size of the top joint of my pinky finger. However they are surprisingly easy to swallow if you don't mind horse pills and I have swallowed so much freaking medication in my time that nothing fazes me anymore except lamotrigine and some of my pot capsules.
And I never remembered to pick up the other scrip so I need to call them this weekend and find out if they can redo it for me. Oops. I meant to pick them up after I started the Xifaxan and that just took longer than expected, so...but at least I have my antibiotics now which means hopefully soon my stomach will stop hating me. Hope with me.
3. I did a thing and I'm proud of myself for it. A local yoga studio was offering a six-week intro course, for people who hadn't done yoga before or were out of practice. I am years out of practice so I signed up for the intro. The first class was Wednesday and despite social anxiety and depression and blah blah I actually freaking went and I'm very glad I went. Now I just have to go back next week.
4. Still proud I finished WC. I'm not exactly surprised I did it, because I knew I was going to finish it, but I'm still amazed it actually happened if that makes sense.
5. I'm ahead of my GYWO goal for the year so far (not hard since we're just a month in) but I'm a lot less fussed about completing it this year because I did complete the thing that meant the most. I'll have a breakdown post of WC numbers later, because I want to combine all my disparate WC files and see what Word says my total is as compared to AO3.
6. Politics continues to be a nightmare (dear international friends: we are so very sorry. he lost the popular vote by 3 million votes. we think russian operatives put him in office. he represents the worst of us and we're doing what we can. please send good thoughts and stay away from our country until it stops setting itself on fire) and I am frustrated that the next mass protest day will be when Morgan and I are in Hawaii so we can't go. We'll have to see if there's anything in Hawaii.
I do think, however, that based on an image I saw online I am going to designate myself "Protestor Support Class". Next protest I go to I want a sign that says "Need Something? Ask Me!" and has pictures of essentials on it. I talked to sanders about what would go in a Protestor Support backpack and we came up with the following:
* Bandaids
* Roll-on Icy Hot
* Those one-use icepacks
* Tweezers (I'm not sure why this one but sanders said it should be included)
* Ibuprofen, Tylenol, maybe Excedrin
* Ace bandage (just one though)
* Charging cords for USB and Lightning, and external battery packs
* Some snacks. For allergen reasons, sanders and I settled on string cheese and oranges, and I'm adding jerky to that. But all of these are sealed and shouldn't have allergen contaminants.
What am I missing?
This entry was originally posted at http://blueraccoon.dreamwidth.org/1378288.html. Please comment there. |
comments