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Nov. 29th, 2015 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott and I got food from Palm Palace (a middle eastern restaurant) last night while Cordelia was at her friend’s birthday party. We got sandwiches instead of entrees because sandwiches cost about 1/3 as much and were still plenty of food. I got lentil soup, too, but ended up not eating that until breakfast this morning.
Unfortunately, the garlic spread in my chicken shwarma gave me reflux, so I ended up staying up until about 2:30. That wasn’t ideal from any point of view and meant that I ended sleeping late and still feel exhausted. I’d probably still be in bed, but I really needed to get up and take my morning meds before it got any later.
The pharmacy says that it’s too soon to refill my prescription for antibiotic cream. It’s not urgent that I do so as I’ve still got about 1/3 of the original prescription left, but I’m using it pretty fast. I think that the problem is that the insurance assumes that any prescription with a refill is supposed to last 30 days between refills. Silvadene is not horrifically expensive. I think we’ll end up paying about $50 out of pocket (as opposed to $10 for the copay). It’s not ideal, but it’s doable. I just need to check with the pharmacy to make sure it’s an insurance problem (I got an automated call telling me they couldn’t do the refill). Insurance seems the most likely reason— I can’t imagine that silvadene is something that people abuse, and it is something that any patient is likely to use varying amounts of, depending on how much area needs to be covered. It’s just that I need to cover more of my breast now than I did at first, so the stuff is disappearing faster.
This has been an odd week, what with Scott and Cordelia home for so much of it. It also doesn’t feel much like Thanksgiving weekend because I haven’t gone anywhere. I don’t have to go anywhere this week until Cordelia’s orchestra concert on Thursday. Hopefully, things will have healed enough by then that the concert isn’t absolutely horrible pain-wise.
I showered yesterday while Scott and Cordelia were out at our niece’s birthday gathering (the actual party was in the evening during the time when Cordelia’s friend’s party was). I desperately needed it, and I desperately didn’t want to do it. Raising my left arm to wash my hair isn’t any fun, and water hitting the raw parts of my breast wasn’t great. I think it was helpful for my breast, but it hurt.
I am looking forward to reaching a point where I can reduce the amount of hydrocodone I’m taking. I really want to be able to think again. I very much want to write something, but every time I try to focus to do that, my mind starts wandering. Words shouldn’t be this hard! I mean, I can write journal entries— Why not fiction?
Unfortunately, the garlic spread in my chicken shwarma gave me reflux, so I ended up staying up until about 2:30. That wasn’t ideal from any point of view and meant that I ended sleeping late and still feel exhausted. I’d probably still be in bed, but I really needed to get up and take my morning meds before it got any later.
The pharmacy says that it’s too soon to refill my prescription for antibiotic cream. It’s not urgent that I do so as I’ve still got about 1/3 of the original prescription left, but I’m using it pretty fast. I think that the problem is that the insurance assumes that any prescription with a refill is supposed to last 30 days between refills. Silvadene is not horrifically expensive. I think we’ll end up paying about $50 out of pocket (as opposed to $10 for the copay). It’s not ideal, but it’s doable. I just need to check with the pharmacy to make sure it’s an insurance problem (I got an automated call telling me they couldn’t do the refill). Insurance seems the most likely reason— I can’t imagine that silvadene is something that people abuse, and it is something that any patient is likely to use varying amounts of, depending on how much area needs to be covered. It’s just that I need to cover more of my breast now than I did at first, so the stuff is disappearing faster.
This has been an odd week, what with Scott and Cordelia home for so much of it. It also doesn’t feel much like Thanksgiving weekend because I haven’t gone anywhere. I don’t have to go anywhere this week until Cordelia’s orchestra concert on Thursday. Hopefully, things will have healed enough by then that the concert isn’t absolutely horrible pain-wise.
I showered yesterday while Scott and Cordelia were out at our niece’s birthday gathering (the actual party was in the evening during the time when Cordelia’s friend’s party was). I desperately needed it, and I desperately didn’t want to do it. Raising my left arm to wash my hair isn’t any fun, and water hitting the raw parts of my breast wasn’t great. I think it was helpful for my breast, but it hurt.
I am looking forward to reaching a point where I can reduce the amount of hydrocodone I’m taking. I really want to be able to think again. I very much want to write something, but every time I try to focus to do that, my mind starts wandering. Words shouldn’t be this hard! I mean, I can write journal entries— Why not fiction?
