There's a strong possibility that this JE is just the week in review. I haven't written in a bit and i'd like to follow up on some old news. Besides, i need something to do as i'm waiting for my soup and bulgur to warm up.
The most (de)pressing thing this week was my allergies, which i mistakenly attributed to a whole other thing.
I had made a doctor's appointment for the next day I was headed out to my car, that normal seven minute walk from the building, with my umbrella, bag, and weary self. In the parking lot, a twenty-something girl with a cross hanging from her neck whom i didn't see right away seemed to have passed me, stopped, and asked "Are you Jewish?". To me that's a joke, as who can't tell? With my dress it should be obvious. Maybe it was just an opener. Anyway, after affirmation, she held out her hand, really outstretched, with a big smile. Caught a bit off-guard, i held up my hand like a cop stopping traffic, and she just stood there with an outstretched arm. Hmm... she doesn't know. I then explained that Judaism tries to keep men and women (who are not related) from touching each other, and she relented. She then smilingly told me that she prays for Israel every day. I wanted to ask who she prayed to, and possibly tell her no thanx, if she was honoring something other than the Unitarian's belief, but that wouldn't be nice, would it? She actually meant well. I said thanx, and moved on. I seemed to have mumbled it, and she asked something, and i expressed gratitude again. I guess it is nice, but given my preoccupied thoughts, self pity, and wonder why she cares, had the whole thing (not my sinuses) take me by surprise.
I went to the doctor my brothers go to, and he told me i was normal (what does he know?). I was asked to unbury my chest, to get to the heart of the matter, and i can breathe easy now, as it was all good.
He said my ears and nose were puffy, but there was nothing else to be read into it regarding infection. I said i hadn't had allergies before, and he mentioned the severe pollen out now, and that i'm just plain getting old. Between that and that i just bought a magnifying glass to read some smaller print (the m'farshim in my Peninim Shas) i really am getting old. Hmm... maybe *that's* what i'm allergic too! And hear i thought it would be a couple more years before i would have life at its fullest.
Anyway, Doc gave me three sample over-the-counter pills he said were like Claritin, and a three-refill prescription for a thirty-day-supply of Allegra. He said to use the over the counter the stuff, but if it didn't work, to take Allegra. I tried the pill in all it's artificial sweetness, and it helped somewhat. As i replied to people's inquiries as to what the doctor said, and i mentioned Allegra, people seemed to experience epiphany at the mere memory of having taken it. Although "Allegra D" was also mentioned by some. So the next day i decided to get me some of that Allegra stuff.
I needed my health insurance card, so i looked in one of my Ragu Spaghetti Sauce drawers ("it's in there!") to find my card. I'm perty sure i changed the number from my SSN, but all i found were three cards with the SSN on it. The doctor's office had a different number, so i called the insurer and got my new number (which required my SSN to prove it was me...) and off to CVS i went, CVS since i had been there before.
What do you know, Doc was right after all! Allegra *has* gone generic. Fexofenadine was all mine now (with vague memories of some fen fen scare) and for a fifteen dollar copay, and no thanx, i do not want some stupid club card that will give me a dollar off every two prescriptions i fill there. They should be due for a pounding.
I was told to wait what would probably be about ten minutes. Through the store i went, and it hit me that i positively needed batteries. I didn't charge for them, but went slowly through the aisles, even hearing of some new guy who used to work at the mint. I finished my walk, the medicine was ready, i took a pill, and off to work i went.
At work my department had a picnic. I went with my DS and Women of England. I had to move around to get away from that awful cigar smoke. I finished Women of England (finally! Just started Daughters) and realized that i couldn't play Advance Wars if i could see the screen. Not even close.
Well, a co-worker and my supervisor decided to play horseshoes. I tagged along, and as we played i was getting better. Just lucky i guess. My supervisor is an old-time player, and i'm not good at sports. We teamed, i and he against two other co-workers, and we won both times. Quite fun i must say.
Made my way home and feeling better all the way. That Allegra really works. Been taking it since, though i shifted to the afternoon, for various reasons, including it being it full force the next day to get me through the one-to-three hours af afternon when i get really tired (and one reason get a sugary drink nearly every day). One last note on that. On Saturday i bumped into the bottle and it fell to the floor. Just being myself (and letting a guest hear) i said "oh no, my happy pills". Heh. Or should that scare me?
As for my ticket, i pleaded guilty with explanation and mailed it a paper simply explaining the headlight thing. The ticket was reduced to a no-point violation. Good, that saves me something like six hundred dollars. Total cost $125. Not too bad. Fine was thirty-five, "costs" were fifty, "state costs" were forty. Unbelievable. If i had any faith left in the system of catching violators, i would have lost it. They might as well add a changeling security scan tax or something.
And finally a coinkydink, if such things actually exist. As i was driving home from the bank on Friday (previously surviving pre-Dream Cruise traffic) my car decided to take up smoking. A kind driver pointed it out to me, and following the advice of my elder brother, i turned the heat on and went to the mechanic. He was closed, so i drove home. It's white smoke coming from the hood on the passenger-side, and i hope to get it taken care of on Monday.
So, with the car out of commission, i figure i need to rent. Well, my brother offered me his minivan, so that saves money, but it's still an automatic. Not too bad, just not optimal
Well, a friend of mine did something to his leg on Friday, and had his Macbook stolen on Saturday. His father just got a job (contractor) near his place of work, starting Monday, amazing. He needed to replace his Macbook, so i drove him to the store in his stick, and now he's willing to lend it to me. So, we're all taken care of. I'm just a bit taken back at how it all works out so perfectly. The only bad thing being, he's on crutches for now.
Well the soup was good, but i'm too full to eat the bulgur. Back to the fridge with you.