Today is a new day... Yesterday was frustrating for me and I felt like I had to argue with just about everyone to get the information and medications I need to get through the day. Phlebotomists telling me what labs should be ordered, instead of just doing what was ordered. Pharmacy Techs that feel the need to tell me my medications are unnecessary. I'm beginning to understand that Pharmacy Techs and I are not compatible at all. I'm pretty well known in my family for expressing my opinion, loudly, until you agree with me. Therefore, until I find a pharmacy, where that techs either fear me speaking to them, or just agree with the Pharmacist and/or Dr. I guess, I'll be moving my scripts around. I hate that, but I also hate having to explain and argue for my meds every single week.
My sister came by the house and took the boys out for dinner. That was perfect! allowed me to decompress and try and control the crying. (apparently, any sort of stress right now makes me cry.) As well as, gave the boys a break from the schizophrenic they have as a mom.
The dogs ran away. AGAIN! Tahoe only runs away at night, in the rain, and she takes Sugar with her. Y'all, check on Matt, He comes home to find me in tears over a sleeping pill and yelling at the Pharm Tech, discovers the dogs are missing, which makes the kids cry, and goes out in the rain and dark with a flashlight and his truck. Looking for a Black and Tan dog. He was either that anxious to get away from mass hysteria, or that desperate to find the dogs and save the day. I'm not sure which motivated him, but the end result was the same. He tried, after a long day to find lost dogs and then come home and deal with US. I'm surprised sometimes the man doesn't just hang out in bars.
The dogs, by the way, were on their own time table. Gabe woke up early and found Sugar asleep in her bed in the bathroom, and Tahoe decided it was time to come home by howling outside our bedroom window at 0300. They better have had a good time. : (