Monday, June 13, 2016

Fuckitol Meds Not Working

Gramma

I don't think my meds are working.  The pharmacy has been using another manufacturer to fill one of my prescriptions.  Since then, things are less than.  My daughter's insurance company is forcing her to take a generic form of Abilify.  It gives her migraines, and the co-pay is astronomical, whereas the name brand provides a manufacturer subsidy that makes it affordable.   We need our Fuckitol pills to work right. 

Last week I did not blog.  I sat in the driveway/patio area contemplating the hanging trees again.  And I was incredibly crabby.  My beer supply was exhausted, and didn't want to use my limited funds on more.  It didn't help that my tractor was in the shop.  If I don't hound them daily, it will be fall before I get it back.  I spend a lot of time on hold.  If I leave a message, they won't call back.

The neighbor stopped over with a beer in hand and a backup to put in the freezer.  I told him I was out.  He said he would give me one, but that will just agitate people like us.  He was planning to drink himself stupid and suffer the hangover.  After he left, I drank Dave's last Chelado with an old Hamm's chaser. 

Dave was in union negotiations all week, which ramps up his blood pressure and puts him in irate overdrive.  I was hoping he would bring home some calming fluids.  When he showed up empty-handed, my inner bitch went silent treatment, which rarely happens. 

I went to bed early to escape with an episode of Grace and Frankie.  The gay guys were throwing temper tantrums and the women were making bad decisions.  Next to my dearth of beer, this was ridiculous.  Disgusted, I opted to listen to the frogs. 

It is not like me to want to stay in bed when the weather is nice.  On Friday, I couldn't overcome the gravitational pull of my mattress.  I got out of bed at noon to pick up the grandkids.  Having them around usually lifts me out of a fugue.  Bubba and Veve were sitting in Dave's big man's chair when I overheard Bubba say, "Grampa's foot is bigger than your head."  They make me laugh, the next best thing to Fuckitol. 


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