caitri | Tired in Purgatorio

Woke up this morning to robo-calls from doc's office confirming appointments that have to be rescheduled because I haven't gotten the meds yet. Last week was a whole bunch of calls to... do that. It all comes down to the unholy trifecta of the multi-state doc's office which sends scrips to an online purveyor who sends them to my actual state plan-appointed pharmacy who is like "I don't know you, I only talk to doctors." There is a LITERAL SPREADSHEET for people in Illinois who can get the meds I am supposed to get and so the fight has been to get my name on the spreadsheet.

Todd: We're librarians. We invented spreadsheets. Fuck those people.

Scott, despairingly: They'll never do it. Ever. We're in the hell loop.

ANYWAY I heard from a nurse in the patient portal just now that all appointments will be shifted five days from the start of whenever I get my meds, so I am dutifully rearranging my calendar to the best of my ability, on a Sunday.

I have a million things to do that I haven't done and the wild spark in me that needs an outlet screams to write fic or something but in reality I just got nothin'.