Two steps forward, one step back. I'm saying it again. I sound like a broken record.
It's twice as much work for me to get a hair appointment. I have to get the appointment around the beautician's schedule, my schedule and Ryan's schedule. I finally got that figured out and went to get my hair done today. The gal who took my appointment gave me to someone else but didn't give the other girl all my details. I have this specific window of time I can get something done. I ended up leaving the salon with NOT the color I asked for, barely a trim, let alone a full hair cut and my hair wet because she ran long and Ryan had to go to work so I had to get home to be with Mom. I'm still not sure what my hair looks like because it was wet the last time I walked passed a mirror.
Another PIA is getting Seroquel for my mom. She has to see the dr. ever six months for a new prescription. Now is that time, but she has ran out of pills. It takes a couple of weeks to get an appointment so they say to come by and pick up some samples, they can give us 50. I hustle in there to get the samples waiting for me. As I accept them, a guy in the waiting area says, "Oh, your mom takes Seroquel, huh? What's her name?" I don't know if he's legitimately crazy or what. I would assume he was. I say, "Oh you don't know her. She's not from around here. Her name is Jennie." He says, "Oh Jennie. I know Jennie." Sigh
I get home, put the pills away and notice there are not 50 pills. There are only 8 pills. This won't even get me through the weekend. Come Monday, I'll get to do this all over again. Sigh.
