Don't mess with us, we will Avada your sorry butts! If you don't know, who the F cares. We do.
This is my random ramblings to keep my sanity in a world that seems to be without.
Warning: LANGUAGE!
This is dedicated to my lovely ladies of the Inner C...
First, calling me at the time I have to pick up my kid from school --- not the coolest. But when I see XYZ Health Insurance company calling, I answer.
Then you sentenced me to an almost 10 minute robo-call. UNCOOL.
Then my favorite question 'have you recently received a new prescription?' In the last week I have had my 2 monthly prescriptions refilled, a pain management medication refilled, a new allergy medication, a new anti-depressant, and a Z-pack.
All in A WEEK!
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Now please be a little more specific as to what 'new prescription' you are talking about, especially when talking about a long term prescription... The allergy one is going to probably be a life-time prescription too.
Luckily about halfway through I figured you were calling about the anti-depressant. Got it. Now your call makes more sense.
Still dealing with having to yell "YES!" and "No!" for almost 10 minutes, my neighbors must think there is a reason for the new medication beyond the fact that I can't do about half of what I normally do and my dad is pretty much dying...
Yeah, I have ZERO reason to be depressed. I am just trying to stop a possible runaway train here.
Instead I got a dumb robot calling me.
After I spent the morning in the hospital. And from what the ultrasound tech said, my leg looks like I recently had surgery. (The actual place I had the ultrasound today, wayyyy too pretty...)
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Nope just a fight with the dishwasher where the dishwasher won.
And nope, not pregnant... the U/S tech was looking for a blood clot because I have a pain in my leg that no one can discern. FUN... more 'ologists' in my future.
So when I came home, finally got the dog calmed down, and laid down for a short nap before getting the boy -- your robo-call was the worst timing in HISTORY.
Goodnight.... I'm having my wine early and going to sleep. Daddy can deal with the boy tonight.
