HomeAugust 9, 1997
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I finally get through to MCI. The person I talk to says they show I paid the bill in question twice, which is what I have been saying all along. He types something on his keyboard. I hear the key clicks. He tells me my account will be re-instated. I didn't ask him about getting a refund for all the surcharges they put on my calls for daring to call long distance after my account was canceled. He asks if there's anything else he can do for me and I meekly say no and hang up. I'm not in the mood for dealing with my same life today but it must be done. I call CVS to try again to get a refill on the Daypro. I get the automated refill program and enter my number. It'll either be ready at noon or there'll be another reason they can't refill it. I'm rehearsing my angry speech on how they shorted me 6 pills and refused to give me a refill because I supposedly had 10 days worth left. The pharmacist on duty last week can't handle the notion of two pills per day . If you have 10 pills left that's enough for 10 days, not 5. If you have 8 pills left, that's enough for 8 days and you must have taken an overdose ... or you're lying and trying to stockpile them for an overdose... and you're not going away for more than 10 days are you? Like that's a crime? Who passed that law? I go to Rita's for a walk and lunch. We only walk for half an hour because my knee hurt. Big surprise. You skip a few doses and the pain comes back. CVS must die. I rehearse angry speech some more. After lunch I stop at CVS. I pick up the refill, which is actually ready. I tell the pharmacist they shorted me 6 pills on the last refill. She gives me 6 more pills. No interrogation. No presentation of evidence or jury deliberation. She says she's sorry. I don't get to give angry red-faced speech. I attempt to drive home to get laundry and ferry it to Cleancraft. The oil light comes on. I drive immediately to my gas station. They put in 3 quarts! No evidence of any leak. Last time I checked, it was not quite a quart down and I haven't checked lately despite lots and lots of driving this week. Oops. What if the Auntmobile explodes from neglect? Then where would I be? I go home and take a nap. Nancy calls. I go back to sleep. I wake up. The laundry is still sitting there in a huge pile. It is nearly 5:00 PM. The laundry closes at 6:00. Oops. I go to Andover Bookstore in search of Cod by Mark Kurlansky. It's out of stock. More due in on Wednesday. I go to King's Subs and order an eggplant sub. Richard (the coffee buddy - not the cousin) is there. He just came from having an MRI. The current doctor does not think the mystery ailment is Parkinsons. So, it's still a mystery. Richard hasn't been at the coffee shop in months since he's had the mystery disease. He inquires after Tom. He tells me David Bookstore is facing a new septic system. He leaves with his sub. I eat mine there while reading Walking Toward Walden by John Hanson Mitchell. I leave King's Subs. The oil light comes on again. Now what? Maybe I didn't give it enough oil. I stop at Osco for a quart of oil. I come home and listen to the end of the ballgame. Red Sox get clobbered by Royals. I'll put the oil in tomorrow. The laundry will have to wait 'til Monday. |
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