If Mark leaves his hat here all the goddamned time and I’ve asked him repeatedly to please not do that as it belongs in the coat closet, I am allowed to throw it in the trash the next time I see it there, yes?

Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Chunk may very well be the WORST ice cream that I’ve ever had. I took a couple bites and felt sick for the rest of the night. I want a refund.

We have a prescription from my pain management doctor that we first tried to get filled Friday when we got back from North Jersey.

The doctor I’ve been seeing left the practice, so Tuesday I was scheduled to see someone new. Well, he wasn’t there and nobody called to tell me he had left and our appointment had been cancelled, but they had my prescription ready and signed. So okay.

Friday Mark went to two CVS pharmacies, and they were out of my meds until this coming Tuesday.

So Saturday Mark decided to try another CVS. Well, the woman there accused him of changing the date on the prescription! She said the “8″ for August looked like it had been a “5″ for May and had been fiddled with. He said the whole exchange between them had made him so mad that he was shaking. She refused to look into the system to see that I’ve been getting this filled every month for ages now, including May. It was outrageous. And she also circled the date and wrote “verify date” on it, so now nobody else will refill it.

I called my doctor and got an answering service person, and she called the doctor. Well, he wouldn’t authorize it because he didn’t have my file in front of him. Also, I stupidly mentioned I had surgery and now he’s hesitant to fill it because he didn’t know I was getting my back lasered. Well, if he hadn’t cancelled Tuesday’s appointment, he would have known. Besides, the other doctor there knew, as did the secretary.

So tomorrow morning I have to call my doctor’s office again and then hopefully they’ll call this bitch at the pharmacy and approve what already was approved. Who knows if the meds will even be in stock there now?! I can’t fucking believe we have to deal with this. I hurt and Mark’s running around like a maniac, and this woman couldn’t look in her system *and* had to write all over my prescription? WTF. Seriously, WTF.

I don’t need the added goddamned stress. Yet here we are.

My mom is pet sitting my furbabies while Mark & I will be away for my surgery, and she wants to come up here with my dad on Saturday to learn how to use the tv and find out where the treats are kept and so on.

It’s also their anniversary – 40 years! Somehow my brother got involved and now we’re taking them out to eat to celebrate. Our last family outing was a disaster. Not surprising.

Anyway, I’ve brought up two places, and my mom shot them both down (the first because it’s a brewery and my brother isn’t supposed to drink beer after his heart attack, and the second because one of their locations supposedly has mice). She mentioned a place that she found online that’s very close to Mark & me, but we’ve been past it and it looks like a dump.

I tried to think of another place for her to look at, but I got frustrated because of my headache and told her I was done thinking about the whole thing. It’s their anniversary and they can decide. That seems logical to me. Their dinner, their pick.

I guess that was the wrong thing to say because she said that it was apparently too much trouble for us to go out to dinner with them.

I don’t want to go, no. Me being in charge of this whole thing makes me want to go even less. My surgery is days away and I’m consumed with that, and my restaurant selections have already been shot down twice. WTF. My mom reiterated that it was up to me to pick the place, and I hung up.

I told my brother about this, and he said he was going to call her and call me back.

I need to play nice because I need her to pet sit, but this whole thing seems absurd to me.

On Monday we dropped off my car back to the Honda dealership since its lease was up.

This was most definitely a wasted lease. It was for four years, and my car basically was only driven for one and sat in the driveway for the better part of the last three.

I called Honda to see if there was any way we could get out of the lease due to my disability, but they said there wasn’t. We tried one of those lease trading services, but our car was never unloaded.

I’ve had Hondas for the past thirteen years, as soon as I had a full-time teaching job and didn’t need to hang onto those used Volvos that kept breaking down that my mom insisted I have. And I’ll probably get another Honda if I ever get healthy enough to drive again. They’re great cars IMHO.

I guess I just wish they had something in place that would help people who end up disabled and such and can no longer drive. That was a huge financial burden we had to keep from a huge company that could easily have let us out of our lease but chose not to. I didn’t need that car. I needed that money to put toward a one-story home that would help me physically. I don’t even want to keep thinking about all the money we paid for nothing.

I’m not sure why I’m bitching about this. I guess I just wish people and companies were more sensitive to those of us who would love a break.

I bet if I were Brad Pitt or Julia Roberts that the Honda Corporation would have been slightly more accommodating.

I never thought of any of these types of things until it happened to me…