Chris is off to work already today. He had less than eight hours between his shifts. He didn't get much sleep, and I got even less sleep.
There's a serious nap in my future.
Daisy and Tuxington are already settled in on the couch napping together. Daisy's snoring away. They're so stinking cute. But it just makes me want to settle in for a nap all the more.
I finally got to put her collar back on this morning. Her booboos are sufficiently healed, and her fur is growing back in. She looks different with it on now!
I debated going out to get labs drawn today, but then I decided I really didn't feel like it. I did my Rasuvo injection last night, and it always runs me down a bit afterwards. Some days I just don't feel like taking on the world. If I can manage to make at least some type of accomplishment of progress on days like today, it's satisfying enough for me. I've taken so many tiny steps day by day, that are slowly adding up to a big organized picture. I'm finding so many ways to make life easier in the long run.
CVS specialty pharmacy called while Chris was getting ready for work this morning to let me know they couldn't fill my Rasuvo anymore, since my benefits and insurance changed for the new year. January is always such a pain in the ass because of insurance changes. The script has to go through Accredo now. I've gotten things from them before, no big deal.
She said she left a message with Ashley (my rheumatologist's nurse), but that I may want to follow-up. I was having trouble getting Rasuvo in November and December already for some reason when my dosage was increased and I got some samples from the office. The sample pens are from a different brand name though, and look considerably more intimidating. I'm convinced they hurt more, but it may just be in my head because of their unappealing design. Chris chimed in from the bathroom that Ashley has been out on family leave, and I should call and leave a message for Anne. I love that my husband is so involved and concerned. I love that he thinks of these things. At the same time though I hate that he has to know my doctor's nurses by name that's how frequently we're there.
My Pop Pop surprised me and made me breakfast this morning. I've been starving from my steroid increase and I'm a bit anemic right now. I hate cooking for just myself so it was an exciting surprise indeed. He's going to help me later with one of my home improvement projects on my list. I'd be lost without my grandparents, and hate to think of the day I'll have to face that reality.
I've seen images of this pan floating around on Facebook, and I'm convinced I need it in my life. This is coming from the person who used a sauce pan to fry dippy eggs the other night.
I got two emails today from the Treasury department that they're processing our property claims. They're impressively on the ball. I got an email from the Dollar Shave Club that they're sending out Chris' next box. He really loves their razors and shaving products. It makes daily shaving so much more tolerable for him, and it's much more affordable than retail razors. If you want to check them out, use this link! I'll get a $5 credit if you try them out!
I'm off to do things, or maybe nap. I shall leave you with this hilarious post I just saw, about a cat that gives no fucks.
A spokesperson for Sainsbury's said, "He lives in the house next door and he's in here every day, all the time. He's not allowed to be here."
Posted by Pulptastic on Friday, January 8, 2016
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