So it occurred to me while I was up eating frozen waffles at 2am that I had a problem. I had been putting off getting my nausea meds refilled until I got the insurance thing straightened out, which of course still hasn't happened. I've rationed them fairly well, so I'm not OUT, but I won't have enough for another week.
We leave Saturday for a week at the beach.
Well, dang it.
So I went ahead and called in my refill this morning. I know the insurance thing won't be fixed before Friday (which means I'll be calling them from the beach next week) so there's no point in waiting. I just hope this trip goes better than the last one. And that I'm able to enjoy food of some sort.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the couch typing and listening to my pup scratch on the back door wanting in. Then, just before I get up to go let him in, he's suddenly standing in the middle of the living room and the back door is wide open. Seriously, dog, I know you don't have thumbs, so you must have the hardest head ever if you an physically knock the door open. Sadly, it's not the first time he's done this. Guess that explains a lot.
He doesn't know that he's going with us to the beach next week. Heh. That should be entertaining.