A week in the life: Filling a prescription

Just a run-down on my life and what it takes to get a damn prescription filled...

Thursday
10:30am Arrive at doctor's office
11:00am Talk with doctor
11:20am Pregnancy test with nurse I'm not pregnant! Phew, what a relief...
11:45am Blood test with phlebotomist (We sang Wicked)
12:00pm Prescription given
12:30pm IV meds started (I watched viral videos on YouTube)
1:30pm IV meds finished
2:00pm Leave doctor's office
2:15pm Drop Rx at pharmacy
2:25pm Head to pick up older kids from school
On way Eat banana and cashews
2:40pm Make phone calls for film job (while waiting for the Dawdle Twins)
2:50pm Retrieve 8 and 10 year olds, drive to preschool
3:20pm Retrieve 5 year old, head to dance lesson
3:45pm to 4:45pm Girls' dance lesson
5:00pm Home, start dinner
6:00pm Eat chicken and vegetables
7:00pm Head to LA
11:45pm Pull over on I-5 to empty guts Yum!
12:00am Check into motel, continue emptying guts More yum...

Friday
4:00am Wake up, empty guts, go back to sleep
8:00am Receive call from pharmacy, prescription can't be filled My life is hard!
8:05am Decide to be alive today
8:30am Call doctor's office, leave message
8:35am Call insurance, leave message
9:00am Shower
9:05am Doctor's office calls, leaves message
9:10am Insurance calls, doesn't leave message
9:15am Get dressed; call doctor, leave message
9:20am Call insurance
10:00am Still on hold with insurance; eat apple and almonds
10:01am Doctor's office beeps in, hang up with insurance, doctor's office says to call insurance
10:03am Call insurance
10:40am On hold with insurance again; pharmacy calls, ignore; insurance says to call pharmacy Here we go...
10:45am Vow to kill everyone; pack up and hit road
11:00am Call pharmacy, leave message
1:00pm Blow tire on I-5; use time waiting on roadside to call doctor, insurance, and pharmacy, leave messages Seriously?!
2:00pm Continue on to LA
4:00pm Arrive in LA
4:01pm to 6:01pm Nap in car in Griffith Park (Meet a coyote)
6:30pm Change clothes in McDonald's bathroom We fancy, huh?
7:00pm Eat black beans from the can
7:30pm Head to Viper Room
8:00pm Meet up with people at Viper Room; listen to live music
12:30am Leave Viper Room
1:00am Arrive at Royer's house
2:00am Zzzzzzz

Saturday
10:00am Awake
11:45am Yet to get up, answer PR emails
12:15pm Finally get up
12:30pm Run errands with Royer; eat eggs, grains, spinach
3:00pm Back to Royer's; make phone calls
4:45pm Shower
6:45pm Head to Blank Theatre for Young Playwrights Festival
10:00pm Head to Al's, get gas on way
11:00pm Get to Al's; Zzzzz

Sunday
7:45am Peel self from bed I want to die
8:30am Eat eggs
9:30am to 1:30pm Pride Parade
2:30pm Thai with Al
4:00pm Get to Al's; upload photos; answer personal emails
4:30pm to 5:30 Nap
5:55pm Head to Sidewalk Studio for Tennessee In The Summer
10:00pm Drive to SF
3:30am Arrive home; Zzzzzzz

Monday
8:45am Wake
9:00am Call doctor's office, leave message I hate everyone!
10:00am Pharmacy calls, violates protocol and tells me root problem
10:30am Call doctor's office, leave message outlining problem (THEIR mistake!)
11:00am Eat oatmeal and banana
11:10am Throw up oatmeal and banana
11:30am Do PR work; still in bed
2:45pm Get out of bed; head to pick up 5 yo from preschool
3:30pm Talk to nurse at doctor's office; feel like idiot; get mad
4:00 to 5:00pm Nap with 5 yo
5:30pm Eat eggs and cantaloupe
6:00 to 7:00pm 5 yo swim lesson
7:00pm to 8:00pm Bathe and bed kid
9:00pm Zzzzzz
11:00pm Wide awake; stalk social networks
1:00am Zzzzzz

Tuesday
9:00am Up; eat eggs
10:00 to 11:30am Physical Torture Bike riding!
12pm to 2:30pm Do PR & writing work
3:00pm Eat Salad
3:30 to 5:30pm Park with 5 yo; call doctor's office, leave message
6:00pm Call doctor's house, talk to doctor, says problem will be fixed in morning It'd better!
6:30pm Dump kid with her dad; eat quinoa and chicken
7:00pm Bed; watch hours and hours of Glee til I pass out

Wednesday
10:00am Roll out of bed; eat oatmeal; call doctor, leave message
11:00am No word from doctor Uuuuuuuggggghhhh
12:00pm Drive to doctor, corner nurse, gain access to file, change my birthdate from December 1995 to correct date March 1985 (wtf?!); dial pharmacy and hand phone to nurse Great record-keeping, Guys!
1:00pm Problem corrected, prescription in process of being filled If you want it done right...
1:30pm Buy groceries at Trader Joe's
2:45pm Oil change
3:30pm Pick up 5 yo
4:00pm PICK UP PRESCRIPTION! It only took 9 years!
Everything after this point is irrelevant...

Thursday
A bunch of stuff including picking out a gown and kicking it with 5 yo and BFF

7:00pm Take first pill!!!

Needless to say, I was supposed to start this new med last Monday, but didn't start until Thursday. I'm now nearly a week in. Luckily, my stomach problems seemed to exit scene when the curtain closed on the Voriconozale. No more vom fest! I feel shaky and creaky all over, and I have a splitting headache, but all least I can eat again!

I'm heading out of town as soon as I post this, to, get this: The Daytime Emmys. It's been a whirlwind of a year leading up to this, kicked off last summer when I had a section of my jaw removed. That surgery precipitated numerous events that eventually led to now, and I am so honored and excited for this opportunity!

"In the end, some of your greatest pains become your greatest strengths" -Drew Barrymore

Park City Plates

I spent the majority of this month traveling. This usually equates to living off oatmeal, nuts, and cheap salads. Oh boy!

I was in Park City, Utah last weekend for a film festival, armed with my almonds and oats, as always. Surprisingly, I found things I could eat.

Spinach salad with strawberries

Crudité at one of the receptions

Rice noodles with tomoato/garlic/basil seasoning. Made by us in the teeny hotel microwave with some ingenuity. We only exploded one wine glass (wasn't by me, actually!) and nobody got burned!

More banquet food

and I also had a handful of strawberries before one of our screenings, which I promptly vomited all over the sidewalk outside the theater (I have a photo if anyone wants to see the mark I left on Utah). Not so Bren-friendly, after all.

Aside from the strawberry incident (hey, it happens) and the forecast changing from "mid 70's and sunny" when I packed to "29 and snowy" while I was there, I got plenty of sleep and had an easy trip...

...then, I came home and tried to re-learn how to ride a bicycle. More on that coming!

It's a date!

I got to drink this tonight!

A "smoothie" of rice milk, almond butter, vanilla bean, and dates :)

Back in July, the results of some tests led to me being ALLOWED to eat certain amounts of butter and dates. My excitement rivals a little girl's 1st trip to Disney, Y'all!

In August, I tried butter, resulting in less than desirable results. Barf

I've had some amount of butter since that day, but had yet to try dates until tonight.

Shockingly, they've remained in my person and have yet to make a reappearance...

*Side note: I now have 2 years sober. Everything I said last year still rings true*

To post, or not to post...

That is the question.

There's about to be a whole slew of TMI. (You've been warned.)

I have yet to have dates, but I did make a raw pie-like thing by mixing butter and almond meal for a crust, then putting Greek yogurt and plum on top.

The only thing is I don't think my system was ready for the butter and I vomited all over the gearshift in my car. And I thought that time I puked all over the steering column while on the highway was bad!

Luckily, I'd just eaten a bunch of beans so it was pretty solid and easy to clean. Plus, last month I accidentally dumped a bunch of crumbs all over the gearshift that I never fully cleaned, so it prompted me to do so. Now my gearshift is as clean as my butthole!

I took a pic because I thought it was hilarious, but I'll spare you that, here. If you're into gross stuff, I've got quite the collection of pics now. Let's talk.