multipurposegoddess

My doctor called me last night to tell me that (a) my prescription was finally approved by my insurance company and (b) I needed to go see a hematologist (actually, she asked me what the hematologist said, as she had left me a message back in November saying I needed to go see one, but that was when I was moving and wherever she left said message, it didn't get to me) . I'm taking care of (b) next week, I'm expecting my "borderline high platelet count) to turn out to be nothing, though if it explains the general run-down feeling I've had for what seems like forever at this point, that would be nice.

Th prescription is for Adderall to see if it helps with my attention problems. Since this is my first prescription of the new year, I had to pay a whopping great co-pay to cover the deductible, so I brought my hand-dandy HSA checkbook with me, with a check pre-signed by my husband since my name isn't on the checks and I am not absolutely positively sure that there is a card in someone's file somewhere saying that I am an authorized signer on this account (we sent in the form, but thath's all I really know). All that is fine with my friendly neighborhood pharmacist, but her register requires my husband's driver's license number, which I don't have. Which is when I realize that I don't my cell phone with me. So she offers to call my husband and I go to grab his business card out of my wallet which, wait for it, is not in my purse.

So, I leave my signed check at the register, my cart full of groceries next to the pharmacy counter and dash home (without, of course, my own driver's license, which always stresses me out once I am, you know, aware of driving without a license), get phone and wallet, drive back to store, call husband and actually reach him, yay, and all is well.

I'm pretty sure the pharmacists are all convinced that I need this stuff, whatever the insurance company thinks.

In non-medical news, today is Tu b'shvat, the New Year for Trees. It's a way monor holiday that doesn't require any sort of observance, but I like to plant a tree. Because any excuse to plant a tree is good. It's grey and rainy and a work day for DH, so I don't know if I will actually put anything in the ground today, but yesterday we planted an orange tree (Washington Navels) and a strawberry tree, so eventually we will have oranges and some screening of glare from the setting sun.  Our Henry Lauder's Walking Stick, which is just decorative but really neat looking, awaits it's hole, but is getting a lot of water to drink meanwhile.