Well, I took a nap after I got home and it's calmed me down. The morning was an ordeal in futility. I got to the bus stop, waited forever before a 104 bus showed up and it was packed. So, i thought I'd wait for the next, which didn't come, so I had to get a taxi to make my flu shot in time, That was $8.00 out of my pocket because the traffic at 72nd and Broadway is impossible. I got the shot, and I decided to walk over two blocks and pick up my monthly meds and the hell began.
When i was last there on Sept 17, they charged me $60 for the flexerill, since my HMO had not approved it as a prescription. I got home, cleared it that problem with calls to my HMO and my doctor, got the approval, and I should be getting a credit of $55.00. Well, the pharmacy hasn't given me the credit yet. Today's meds cost me $65.00, because my eye drops for glaucoma, cost $35.00 after the copay. That took nearly all of my cash, and I have to go back to the pharmacy tomorrow with my $60 receipt to get my $55 credit. While i was standing there, my legs gave out. I was so frustrated over the fact that I have to go back tomorrow with the damned receipt to get the credit and the fact that I could no longer stand that I left my mystery novel on the counter, was unable to walk to a bus stop and had to take another taxi, which cost me $10 because all of the construction on Amsterdam Avenue. There's nothing worse than sitting in a taxi going nowhere watching the metro steal your money.
I am so depressed: I haven't worked in the past month since i got back from Dublin. I have no money, no work offers, and the frustration of being confined pretty much to the area in which I live is killing me. I know the physical therapy is working but it;s working slower than my patience would like, and I hate it. The icing on the cake would be if I came dan with a mild case of the flu from today's shot.
