I am in such a bad mood. A bad mood doesn’t even begin to put a dent in it. A colossal foul mood. Throw a temper tantrum… while sitting at my desk… crying all by myself bad mood.
Yesterday, I went back to the RE because my stomach still looks like this 2 weeks post surgery. For two freaking weeks I have had an itch that can only be equated to that of a yeast infection on my entire stomach. For two weeks I have wanted to crawl out of my skin. The steroids initially helped, but once I was down to 3 pills in the pack, it came back with vengeance. I officially look like I have syphilis…. Actually I wish I had syphilis because I’ve heard that is easily treatable. This on the other hand is some crazy thing never seen or treated before.
Yesterday, I went to the RE and you know… it’s like talking to your grandma with dementia… to everyone. What’s wrong? Start all over. Explain everything all over again, only for her to go get a nurse… where we rinse and repeat. Only for her to get a doctor where we rinse and repeat. Only for him to tell me that they specialize in vagina’s not rash’s… NO SHIT! And to have him forward me to a dermatologist.
Go wait in the waiting room while we try to schedule you at the dermatologist.
Okay…. Tick tick tick tick…
Okay… we have an appointment for you at 5:10pm at the dermatologist.
Go back to work.
Leave to go to that appointment. Right when I get on the interstate ramp… the windshield wiper blade popped off of the wiper. There is a nor’easter and now Im stuck on the interstate behind a tractor trailer with no wiper on the driver side. I cant leave the wiper on because the metal is scratching the glass, and the wiper is hanging on by a thread and I don’t want to lose it on the interstate. I get off the interstate, fix it in the pouring rain. Happy to be alive.
Get to the dermatologists office. Fill out all 900 pages of that paperwork. Get called in and have to talk to the nurse. I tell her everything. Again, she calls for back up. Rinse repeat. I think you are allergic to the antibiotic. This rash is everywhere.
No, I am not allergic to the antibiotic. I had the rash before I took that. Well I think you have an infection. No you have cellulitis. You have idding (whatever the hell that is). No You have an infection and cellulitis. I have no idea what I actually left with being diagnosed as having, but I did leave with them calling in two prescriptions for a steroid cream and an antibiotic cream.
At this point, I do not feel like waiting at the pharmacy. I just want to go home. I call my husband and ask him to pick up the prescription. It should be ready by the time he gets there.
Well it wasn’t. In fact they didn’t even have the script. So he’s calling me and I’m calling the dr’s office which is now after hours so Im getting the message service. Then he calls me and tells me that they only have one script. I just knew it is going to be the antibiotic… the one I don’t really really need! Husband asks the pharmacist which script do they have… naturally the antibiotic. Im calling the after hours number again. Then they found the script, then oh wait they didn’t, then they really did find it.
Are you freaking kidding me right now with all of this?
Finally, husband gets home and I get a shower because I am about to crawl out of my skin. So the creams are applied and things are looking better. Lets not get ahead of ourselves there is still plenty of time for shit to hit the fan.
Suddenly it dawns on me that I ordered all of the meds except Lupron and I need to start taking that on Sunday. So after much fuss dealing with my new prescription coverage last week with this, I decided to follow up with them to see what was going on. Its with Caremark for those of you that may have had to deal with them. They were supposed to call me back on Monday with a plan. Today I find out that I have a person assigned to me and she will call me back. Well can you please tell me why I have to call her? Why after 6 days of having the prescription has she not contacted me? So Im slightly agitated. I leave her the voicemail. She calls back while Im on the phone with the other pharmacy trying to get a back up plan in place. Then I call her back. She tells me that I do not have prescription coverage on infertility drugs. Yea I knew that, but after three cycles of this… I am a professional scam artist. So I reply… well it’s not for infertility, it’s for the treatment of endometriosis. After I said that, she was stumped and said she would talk to the department that approves it and see if it is covered. So that is still out there, fingers crossed that gets approved through insurance.
On top of that… it’s been one of those days at work where people are asking you random questions before you even get to your desk. You know those days where other people don’t do their job, and it becomes your problem. I don’t feel good, I’m tired, I’m itchy and the world is annoying me.
This seems like it has easily become a full time job again. I need an assistant.