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I am horrifically late getting up to drive down to be in Mendo World for my dentist appointment tomorrow. My perfect mouth has been ruined by a broken tooth. My dentist has said we can wait to bill me for it until next month, but we can't wait for the filling. We don't want the tooth to get any ideas and turn this into a crown. I love my dentist, and I love Peggy and Jim. They keep putting me up and putting up with me with my multifarious logistics problems. I have my own sleeping loft, my bat cave, at their house.
Anyway, my posts will be slim to none for a couple of days. I love you, and you stay out of trouble now....
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OMG!
It's now 9:30pm and I am squinting at a laptop monitor. I have to report a miracle!
On my way outta Dodge today, I decided I might as well not be a bitch about the dumb pharmacy computer that calls me and orders me around all the time. I had no clue what it wanted me to come and get this time. I wasn't out of anything. It was probably the damn computer trying to revive an old prescription again. I didn't want to deal with that crap, even if it was on my way. But I was late anyway, I'd been getting this little bell ringing in my head since hanging up from the rude notification call. It happened three times,
What if my doctor suddenly realized her mistake? What if she was looking at my chart and seeing what havoc had been done? What if this was a miracle that I was about to pass up?
I decided to stop. No reason but that little bell to do it.
OMG! The IMPOSTORS had gotten hold of a bona fide endocrinologist for me, and there, right there in downtown Perfect, to my wonderment, amazement, glee, confusion and utter astonishment, were not one, but two prescriptions for hella more THYROID HORMONE... with MY name on them.
OMG!
I'M NOT BEING EUTHANIZED!
I'M GOING TO LIVE!
I just thought you might like to know....
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