Classy?

It's bad enough one must be ill but then add a dose of confusion with math for the love of God and it's fun. 

Math, I hate math. Have I told you that in the last 5 days? I don't like math.

So now there is math in my health care. 

I have to take the cancer drug every 7 days. 10 pills every 7 days. 

I picked them up at the pharmacy and there were only 10 pills. I asked the pharmacist why only 10 pills when the bottle says to take 10 pills every 7 days for 90 days. Why wouldn't you give me 120 pills? (Or whatever the math makes it.)

She told me it was my insurance. I prefer to have my Rx's mailed so I don't have to deal with CVS and the horrific folks who work there but I couldn't wait for the drugs so I had to start here since CVS is the preferred.

I came home and called my insurance. 

They said it was the way it was written. Seriously? 

I said okay I hear that, but could you explain to me what you think it means. I feel stupid but I just don't get it. 

So she repeats what it says on the bottle and says you should have 120 pills. Exactly, but they are saying you, the insurance company rejected filling more than 10 at a time. 

So if you only give me enough for one dose I will now have to go back every 5-6 days to be sure they are in stock etc. 

This is rather crazy to me, do you see what I mean? 

She agreed and put me on hold. (the worst music ever in the history of being on hold music!!! it was like sitar music.)

She came back and said the doctor had to rewrite the script. 

For the love of God people. So I called the dr.s office and the office mgr said, this makes no sense, it is stated correctly. 

I told her I agreed but this is the only way to get them all at once. 

She began to tell me how dumb this was and on and on and I wanted to say, Look I know that is why I'm calling you for help. But I let her vent. I'm sure this was just one more thing on her pile of shit that has been thrown at her during her day at work. I remember that so I was letting her go. But I do admit it's better she vent and agree with me than when they vent and don't agree with me....tee hee

So they are now calling in a new Rx for me.  

I don't start them until Sunday. I have nowhere to go on Monday. 

I made sure of that!

He told me on Monday I would be so tired it would be best to stay home. Sounds like fun doesn't it?

Just to make you even more jealous of the fun things I do read on--

I got my teeth cleaned as did Rick on Thursday. 

Our appointments were 1p and 1:30p. 

Dear Lord, now we have to go to appts together. 

This is just too much together time this retirement thing. 

Good thing I like him.

We were discussing this very topic as we pulled into the parking lot of the new dentist.

As we are walking into the dental ofc together Rick's says, "oh God are we going to be those old people who dress alike next?" 

Me: I'd like to see you wear this buddy. 

Because my husband apparently doesn't even look at me, he now surveys what I'm wearing as if seeing this for the very first time.

He said to me, "well you look classy so I'll wear it."

OMG, he made me laugh.

I know he was being sweet but you didn't hear him.  Classy? 

He then said so sincerely, "were you wearing this when we left the house?

 

Now I am really laughing! 

He is too and he knew it when he said it what my reaction would be.

Me: No Rick, I changed at the last traffic light. You didn't notice?

Rick: You know Margaret I only like it when you're a smart ass with other people, and not directed at me.

Me: Too bad, this classy broad dishes it out and takes it so there.😛

I stuck out my tongue.

Rick: I misspoke about you being classy just so you know.

He laughs and sticks out his tongue.

We walk in laughing and the woman in the waiting room looks up and we felt like we were kids in trouble. 

How old are we?