After taking a rescue migraine drug when I dragged my ass out of bed today, a cup of coffee and a shower, I went to pick up my new prescription sunglasses that contribute to my migraines.  Yay – yes, I’m getting the script in all my NEW perscriptions fixed. I am not a moron.   As my in and out of the car continued on my many errands, my back, from my stay at the Greenwich Hotel in NYC (where they have  $$$ Japanese-style mattresses), decided it had had enough.  I became crippled as if someone pulled a Tonya Harding on the lower portion of my back.  This made it more and more difficult to get in and out of my car.

Then I went to the Post Office who informed me that I could not send little wipies of mosquito repellant to my Sciencegirl in France as of last  May 1, when they said they are inappropriate chemicals for shipping.  K.  Screw you, France customs, as of last May 1, 45 days ago.  She can’t even find mosquito repellent over there – she works in the field 12 hours a day, but THAT’S OK.

Is it 5:00 somewhere? YES.

Then I got home for a call from my Long-Term Care provider that said I might be a problem.  Yeah, you heard me, “might”.  He explained why, and I explained to him why I am no different than any peri-menopausal woman (migraines come w/ the hormones).   So now I’ve had to schedule an appointment with my 1) dermatologist; 2) ENT; 3) neurologist; 4) internist in order to clean up my record so I don’t look like I’m on the 25 medications they seem to think I’m on.  I’m ONLY on three right now, K?  WTF, does being perimenopausal exclude one from long-term care insurance?  I’m clearly being discriminated against.

On a lighter note, when Marty and I had lunch outside on a beautiful day in NYC two days ago, this is what happened to his meatball slider:

YUP, SLIDERED RIGHT OUT, AND LANDED…

ON THE SIDEWALK SIX FEET FROM US

WHO NEEDS RATS?