I don’t understand why prescription costs can change so radically from one refill to another. My most expensive one was over $700 the last time I had it filled. This week when I renewed it, the cost was over $800. Granted it was for a three-month supply both times but I find that cost just outrageous. How are senior citizens supposed to cover such costs?
I know that Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer. But here that isn’t true. The weekend was very hot with “real feels” over 100. Thankfully, the temps are supposed to drop by the weekend and maybe summer will bid us farewell. One can only hope.
How was your weekend? Mine wasn’t all that great. I looked forward to going to an Open House on Saturday. My niece has bought a house and was having an Open House so everyone could come and see it. I got directions but although I found the street, I couldn’t find the house. I drove for an hour through that subdivision. I stopped and asked at one house. The people there were very nice but their directions sent me off on a wild goose chase. Eventually, after an hour of looking in vain for my niece’s house, I gave up and came home.
About 30 minutes after I got home, my brother-in-law called and asked what had happened to me, why I hadn’t come. He couldn’t understand why I hadn’t come. My getting lost was partly his fault; he had given me the wrong house number! I tried to phone my niece but the phone number I had for her was wrong as well.
A series of emails to my niece has gotten the matter cleared up and I have an invitation to come by some other day to see the house.
Another disappointment was being stood up for a knitting class. I was scheduled to teach a class on Saturday. But the student never came. That is so annoying but I expect the holiday weekend had something to do with that. At least I was able to pick up the yarn to knit some class samples. I dislike knitting class samples but the job is made bearable if I don’t have to buy the yarn. Now I just have to get myself in gear and knit the samples.
Last night I headed across the kitchen to turn off the radio. I’m not sure how it happened but all of a sudden I found myself on the floor. In thinking about it, I believe my feet slipped in my scuffs and caused me to fall. My feet were sweaty and sliding around in the scuffs. But I must stop doing this falling bit. One of these days I’m going to get hurt if I keep this up.
It’s the getting up which is especially annoying. I have a real struggle getting back on my feet. It ends up putting quite a strain on my arms and upper body plus “hitching” myself along the floor to a sturdy thing to pull myself up on isn’t that comfortable or easy to accomplish. Praying for help as I hitch myself along is a necessary part of the process.
Eventually I was back on my feet. I took time to rest on the bed while I prayed my thanks for the help.
After a week of frustration, I believe I have my phone and Internet problem solved — for now. My earlier visit to my bank and a nearby AT&T store just added to my frustration. The AT&T store was absolutely no help. What’s the point of these stores if they can’t solve the customers’ problems?
Yesterday I went to a different AT&T store. It was busy and I had to wait for a little while until someone could help me. But help was what I got. As suspected, the electronic payment was never processed. I was able to make my payment the old-fashioned way (with a check) at the store. Within an hour my phone and Internet service was restored.
I did not get an answer to my question about why I could not reach anyone on AT&T’s 1-800 number. The agent yesterday told me if I had a problem, I should just come to that store and they would fix it for me. I learned that not all AT&T stores re equal. The one I visited yesterday was a “corporate” store and that’s why they were able to help me.
I’m frustrated again. I have AT&T Internet and phone service. Earlier this week I got a message from them that my account needed attention. I logged into the message and discovered a request for payment. I sent the payment. But I still can’t log into my email. When I try to call them at the number listed in their message, I get “non-emergency calls from this number have been suspended.” Pray tell how am I supposed to contact them if they won’t accept a call to their 800 number? I’m sure this frustration isn’t good for my blood pressure.
Two blessings have unexpectedly come my way this week. One is cooler weather. With the lower temps has come rain.
Last Friday we had a thunderstorm. I was surprised when I went out later to find a large branch from the maple tree next to the driveway lying in the drive. I was thankful it wasn’t on the roof but I pondered how I’d deal with it. I didn’t have any means to cut it up. The trash collectors are picky about picking up yard waste. Well, I thought, maybe I’ll just pull it out of the drive and leave it on the grass. Maybe the guys who cut the grass would take it away. I went to bed to sleep on the idea.
Imagine my joy the next morning when I discovered the branch was gone! I don’t know for sure but I suspect that the neighbor across the street came and collected it. He has a fire pit in his yard and earlier this summer asked if he could have some branches the roofer had left in my yard. One of my ideas for disposing of the branch had been to ask him if he wanted it so I’m quite happy with this solution to my problem.
The other blessing came yesterday. I had been waiting to get my check for working the election. It came yesterday. I knew how much it should be and had even figured that amount into my budget. What joy to discover that the raise we had sort of been promised had happened. The check was for $45 more than I expected.
I am indeed a blessed person.
Jo-Ann’s had an Open House scheduled for today. Usually these are two hours long. Teachers are encouraged (expected) to attend in an effort to promote their classes. I go to most of them. But this morning I wasn’t feeling quite up to par so I called and left word that I wouldn’t be there. Today’s session is four hours and although I was told I wouldn’t have to stay for the entire time, I think that’s excessive since we are not paid to be there. I feel a delightful sense of playing hookey.