The Bad: I am so mad at the doctors. Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to pick up the new prescription and the pharmacist asked why I was changing drugs. Thank goodness he did ask. Apparently the discussion between the two doctors got a little fuzzy. When I filled the pharmacist in on what had transpired he said " you can't take this new drug then, it is a NSAID". So then I call the Dr.'s office and of course I can't talk to him, he's not available, I can't talk to his nurse, she's not available, but the receptionist will take a message. It started by her asking me to spell NSAIDS and went down hill from their. I know this sounds snotty but everything hurts so bad, I when I hurt I get a little snotty.
The Ugly: My house is a wreck. They have worked their way into the kitchen but all the doors are still off, the furniture is piled everywhere and even though I dust every night after they leave. They say they will be gone today, but I don't believe them. I know they are going to be back tomorrow.