Sometimes things just get so wrong.  Surely it’s not really a twist of Murphy’s Law, it’s just life, isn’t it?  I can’t help but shake my head in wonderment as things fall apart and go so damn wrong at times; there seems to be no right. 

Let’s get right into the story rather than continue with the damn build-up.  As noted in my blogger posts a while back, I stopped taking Crestor – mainly because I figured to die if I didn’t.  As most people my age know statins fight cholesterol as they kill you.  Statins slow down the production of cholesterol made by your liver, meaning they affect all the muscles of your body basically.

Some people can handle their poison well, others can’t.  Guess I can’t.  But during the time that I took it, it obviously affects/ed a lot of things and I believe one of them was my body’s production of stomach acid.  Through the last 6 to 7 years I’ve been on Nexium due to a small hyatial hernia.  During the last few months of Crestor, I was able to take Prilosec instead of Nexium (previously tried and really didn’t do anything) which was a godsend financially, even if one has insurance, it costs three arms and two legs for a month’s supply.  After dropping off of Crestor, Prilosec didn’t seem to do much for the gastric disturbances going on with me so I searched up my last Nexium refill and I had four capsules left.  I opted to start taking that again and hopped on to Walgreens.com to request a refill.  That was on Sunday, the 21st, and I requested the scrip to be ready by Tuesday since the refills had ran out and it was Dr. authorization required.

When Tuesday arrived, I had taken the last one and had to drive to the big city of Pahrump anyway so I went to the local Walgreens and asked if my scrip was ready.  Nope.  Never even ordered.  OH FUCKING JOY!  We got through the session without me having a fit but it’s the first time I’ve ever placed an online order that the order didn’t show up.  They gave me an emergency refill of three capsules and faxed the refill request to my Dr.  I had a horrible sinking feeling since it’s Christmas and life and New Years and life and holidaze going on everywhere.

On Friday I checked the internet, no messages that my refill was ready.  I called my local Walgreens and got put on hold by the automated voice that I want to choke out on all answering services.  I have ear buds with the iPhone.  I worked on the site and waited, and waited, and waited, their music ain’t all bad.  I really wasn’t stressed because life somehow turns into a game with me.  Color me stupid or easily entertained by a twitching sickness of the left brain or something because it then became a challenge to see if they would answer.  HELL YES, I knew they wouldn’t.

I drove to Walgreens and managed to catch the head pharmacist as he cruised by, “Do you have any calls on hold?’

He semi checked his phone lines as I said, “I’ve been on hold for one hour and ten minutes.”

He really looked at his phone then, “I have one but it’s only 11 minutes.”

I looked at my phone and said, “Oh, it’s only been one hour, nine minutes, and 29 seconds.”

He mumbled something that sounded like he was sorry.  I pushed, “So there’s something wrong with your phone lines?”

He got a little bit curt as he said he’d check into it when he had time.  And then I asked him about my prescription refill.  It wasn’t in.  I explained through the whole process of the other day (yah, I disconnected from their damn voice service too).  He said he could give me a three day emergency refill in about 15 minutes.  I said, “OK,” and walked away.  He called me right back.  He couldn’t give me three pills because he’d already done that three days ago and that was like 1/3 of the prescription.  Really?  Six is a 1/3 of 30?  I don’t even do math and I know better than that.  He really was grouchy looking.  He told me I could take over the counter medications like Prilosec if I really needed something.  I told him I already tried it and it wasn’t working.  He did the ‘can’t help you routine’ and I said, “Happy New Year!” as I turned and walked away.

Before I left the store I called my Dr.’s office.  She’s out until Monday.

Well, hey, you’re there, fax in my prescription refill damn it.

We can’t do that.  She has to sign it.  We have another Dr. coming in at noon if you can be here before 4 p.m. you can get another prescription.

I can’t do that.

Then I can make you an appointment with HER on Monday.

I don’t want an appointment, I just want my prescription refilled.  Happy Holidays. (I hung up).

Fuck the pharmacies and the doctors of the world.  They fuck you when they get a chance.  They aren’t care givers and they don’t give a damn if you live or die.  You’re a generic body that fits into a mold and that’s how they treat you with medication and very little else.

When I got out to the truck, I started laughing, literally, as I turned around and yelled, “Fuck you Walgreens!”  I couldn’t help it.  That yell didn’t mean a thing but I really felt much better afterward and I started a real belly laugh then.  It’s a sick sense of twistedness and the way things work but it has to be laughed at.  It’s the only way I can deal with it on my level.  I had a feeling about the whole thing from the time I sent the order in on the internet and I just didn’t follow through with following through.  I have a witch’s sense about a lot of things (yah, that’s why I have a broom, boys), and I’m hardly ever wrong when my black hat shifts.  So now let’s see how the gastric system survives and how great you can make yourself feel Linda.  I’m always working on me and I’ve decided to take the next few days with as much/many happy thoughts as I can conjure up.

The good news is that diesel is only $2.19 a gallon, the Steed needed to be fed.

I called my sis, she listens to me whine when I’m having an off day.  She asked if I wanted to hear what happened to her and then I could decide which was worse, my dilemma or hers.  Their damn truck caught on fire.  I believe there were somewhere out of Kingman on black ice, one of their rear tires on the tractor blew, managed to catch on fire, then another one blew, and Monte was getting off the road.  She said rigs were off the road everywhere due to the black ice and they just got lucky that emergency vehicles were already out on call.  The fire extinguisher with the truck was like peeing on a house fire.  She was throwing their worldly goods out the door of the rig as fast as she could.  (they had talked long ago about the possibility of this happening and they had a plan).

One of the guys out on emergency calls lived in the area, as soon as he saw them go by on fire, he called everyone he could think of and he managed to get stopped to help.  He had a BIG fire extinguisher that slowed it down.  Others showed up and the fire got put out.  Sis says that if there hadn’t been people immediately there, the fuel tanks would have blown and the whole thing would have gone up in smoke.  Then they waited for two tow trucks, one to tow the trailer and one to tow the tractor.  All’s well that ends…semi?…well?  They are in Kingman, at a hotel, waiting to hear the results of the truck and what happens next.  They’ve been out on the road for five weeks now and planned coming home around the 5th of January.   Whew!  Super glad they are OK.  It’s strange in a way but that is their home, way more of the year than the one they just moved to next to me.  Those 18 wheelers must look pretty bizarre as they go by you partially in flames.

Back to my neck of the woods.  It’s colder than a well digger’s ass – 25 degrees when I awoke this a.m. at 6.  Why I didn’t sleep in I have no idea.  I went to bed very late, playing in a NLH tournament on PokerStars, where I managed to make 133rd place out of 2385 players and won about $4.00.  Amazingly in this tourney I outran others in two hands.  One I went all-in with 6-6 and was up against 10-10 and caught a 6 on the turn.  SCORE!  The other I was ready to blow that Popsicle stand and picked up A-K and went all-in for around $3K facing a raise of around $500.  A loon behind me insta-called my all-in (yah, you would have to have played with him to know what I’m talking about) and the initial raiser went all-in with more chips than me but less than the loon.  Loon turned over Q-9H.  Initial raiser turned over Q-Q.  Flop was A-K-?(little) with 3 hearts giving loon a flush, turn was either the J or 10H because Loon now had a straight flush draw, River was a….drum roll…OMG….ACE!  I don’t know how I pulled that one out of the nickel seats but I was really happy to win a couple of underdog hands for a change.

Back to getting up at 6 a.m., my little water hoses that connect the coach to the well water were frozen.  I have a fresh water tank for emergency water, and made my coffee from bottled water, so I was good to go.  I have most of the hose covered – a big gray, fake rock covers the faucets and hoses; the gray, gauze weed mat is laid over the hoses as they travel to the coach; and then I spread gray crushed rock over the weed mat.  I didn’t want snake like writhing hoses spread over the landscape.  The freezing occurred from the coach to the ground when the wind was howling at 90 last night and the temperature dropped.  I now have the victim hose encased in a black tube insulation made specifically to keep water faucets and pipes from freezing.  As soon as the great truck driving duo get home for a week, they are going to help me install the skirting I have setting in the shed; that will stop any freezing and also help a bit with the sway of the coach in the wind and warm it up a tad too.

Back to Poker.  Tomorrow, the 28th, I will be playing in the PokerStars Guinness World Record Breaker tournament – and the PokerWorks HORSE Tourney.  The times and dates and information of both can be found here.  Please read it.  Please come and join me.

Later Kids.  I have to go work on everything going just right.