Campylofuck

The mix-up with my prescription today seems to have came from my name change. I didn't change my name with my cardiologist yet, but did with the pharmacy, so when they got the fax in my married name they were all 'That's not our patient!' and scrapped it rather than following up with the pharmacy. Meh.

They called it in though, just waiting on the pharmacy to fill it now.

This whole name changing thing is a pain in the butt. There's so many places that you have to change it at, and when you have a memory like mine after awhile you start to forget where you actually changed it. I still haven't even changed it with the social security office. I need to get that done.

Appointment with my rheumatologist today was rough. He was running behind as usual. Between that and how long my appointment took we were there over two hours.

....And All Through the House.....

So, like I mentioned before, when we got home from Christmas Part One I went to bed and pretty much immediately passed out.

Somehow Chris stayed awake for awhile though and was watching some shows on Netflix and playing some games on his tablet.

It was a good thing too.

Around 12:30 our house phone started ringing. He was trying to find it, and I was all "Nooooo.", not realizing what time it was and who was calling at said time. He found it and answered anyways. It was my grandmother, who asked us to come upstairs right away.

I was still half asleep and fumbling around, walking in circles proclaiming that I needed pants! Chris found my pants and threw them at me and said that it was serious and I needed to hurry. I was all, "What'd she say? How do you know it's serious? What does serious sound like?" I had no idea what time it was and assumed it was early in the morning and she wanted something silly. Chris was all, "Serious sounds like your grandmother telling us to come upstairs at 12:30, hurry up!" That woke me up a bit more and I got dressed and fumbled out the door the best I could.

I don't sleep well because of where my brain damage is, so the medicine I take at night really knocks me out. It's hard to shake out of sleep once I get to sleep deep enough.

We got upstairs and the door was standing open, we walked in and found my Pop soaking wet sweated sitting in bed. That woke me up instantly. My grandmother was panicking and didn't know what to do. I could tell right away it was his sugar from his symptoms and used his glucometer to check, his reading was 31.