Wake-up call...

Wow. I so need to pull my head out of my ass. In fact, I AM pulling my head out of my ass. It never fails, Dad Gone Mad makes me want to be a better blogger. I have like, 18 months worth of reading to do to catch up, but that's a good thing.

I have to mention that Kaiser, to whom I owe many happy days spent high on prescription drugs, gave me three pills yesterday as a refill for one of my other miracle pills.* Three. That's all they had. I thought the pharmacy clerk/chick with the register was screwing with me. Like I was getting prescription punk'd. But no, she was all, "Uh, we only had three, so you'll have to come back on Thursday for the other....ummm....ohhhhhh, 147 pills." Ya think? Good Lord, it's good I keep a stockpile at home or I would fallen into a Jenny-heap on the floor. And seriously, I mean, sigh, three? I mean, they owe me 150 pills. 150. One-fifty. One-fiddy. And I have three. Eins, zwei, drei. Do I have to even say that they should have like, held the three they had and just given me the 150 in full on Thursday? Sorta stupid huh? They totally should comp me some Vicodin for being so patient. Like awesome prescription drug rewards for good behavior. I totally get why us laypeople are referred to as "Patients" now.

*Miracle Pill-Any pill that alters my mind from it's normally shinky** state and puts me back into my rightful place as happy-go-lucky driver of my life.

**Shinky-Refer to A Handbook for Constructive Living by David K. Reynolds, Ph.D, pg. 6