I Realize You’re All Going To Laugh At Me

We haven’t had a really good “lets all laugh at Brandy” story in some time – so I figure, you’re due. It starts out like this:

Last week, I realized the kiddo was low on his medication and because we have such awesome health care here in America – I had to call into a random voice mail message and leave a message explaining this (it’s standard procedure) with the clinic downtown (He sees a Psychiatrist at Phoenix Children’s, so everything takes so…stinking…long) anyway – they check their voice mail every hour during business hours, but it often takes them 2-3 days just to write the script – then because it’s this huge hospital, it takes two days to leave their campus and get into the postal system.

So, knowing we were low and knowing we’d be waiting well into this week to get the script – I called and told them that we’d be down to pick it up on Friday.

The old man, being the great guy that he is (and also being the semi-unemployed guy that he is) treks down to Phoenix to pick it up.

He even goes the extra mile and gets them filled on his way home.

Such a great, great husband – really.

This is where it gets…crazy.

I don’t remember if I posted about my awesome epiphany which resulted in an all night buildfest for the headboard – but I got all “Susie Homemaker” on Friday and finished lots of stuff – then Saturday, continued the process by doing a good ‘house cleaning’.

This included throwing away trash.

Or, in this case, things that look like trash. Like, for example, a Walgreens bag with $400 worth of prescription medications in it.

Now, I know what you’re thinking – go dig it out!

But, it gets even better. It was trash day…and, I took the bag out to the corner, so it’s long gone.

Yes folks – here I sit, without any medication for the kiddo and now, when the Dr. does agree (if she agrees that is) to rewrite the script – I’m betting my insurance company will refuse to pay for it – cuz, you know, they never do human stuff, like lose their prescription…

So, let my $400 lesson be a lesson to you – NOTHING GOOD CAN COME OF A CLEAN HOUSE. Nothing! Don’t do it!

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