Annoyed but lightheaded

Today, I'm not terribly enamored of either doctors or pharmacies.

Truthfully, I can't place all the blame on the quacks and the drug dispensers. I've put off seeing a doctor here and getting a new prescription for a different allergy medicine. Wednesday, I realized that I only had on Clarinex left, so I figured I'd just bite the bullet and get my refill on that. Then I looked at the label: 1 refill before June 7, 2006. Since it was actually the 7th, I didn't think it would be a huge deal, so I took it to the pharmacy at Target. About ten minutes into my aimless shopping, I heard myself paged to come back to the pharmacy. Turns out they'd have to call my doctor on this, and his office had long closed for the day. They promised to contact him Thursday, so I took my Season 1 DVD of Robot Chicken and left.

I was a little busy yesterday, so I never got around to returning to Target. When I went this afternoon, however, I was informed that my doctor had never returned their call. So, I'm hoping they'll get this shit all straightened out by the time I go back there on Monday. In the meantime, I'm taking some over-the-counter allergy meds for the weekend, and hoping that wards off the cat cooties.

Seriously, though - I know pharmacies have rules they must follow, but it was on the 7th, and it's not like it was a 'scrip for oxycontin or something. And my doctor back in Flint can just blow me. He's never gonna look at my monkey again, anyway.


Now...on to the fun part of this bitchy, crabby post.

The reason I was too busy to go to Target yesterday is that I was taking care of something that was looooooong overdue.

Remember that mass of poop-covered horses' tails I used to call my hairdo? Well, I finally went to a real salon and had it lopped the fuck off. When the stylist got done cutting, there was a pile of damaged hair on the floor large enough to construct a Yeti with split ends.

I was going to hold off on posting a picture until Jess could dye it for me, but my impatient nature would not allow that kind of restraint. So here ya go.




It was a big leap of faith for me to have that much hair shorn, but now that it's done, I feel so much better, and my hair feels soooo much healthier. I'll post pics after the dye is on, as I'm going even redder than last time.

ps: I also went to the waxer this week, and I believe I have shown remarkable restraint by not giving you yet another monthly monkey update.