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The times they are a changin'

And I do not like it. Not one little bit.

Our asshat insurance company can't get along with our asshat former medical group. Basically, all the rich guys are in a snit. Which means they are all suing each other to make other rich guys richer, or something like that there.

The upshot of this entire rich guy feud? I have to change all my damn doctors. I can't keep the doctor that delivered my babies. And that REALLY pisses me off. I really really liked her and now I have to go to a whole other lady parts doctor. Grrrr.

However, in order to get a a referral I have to go to my primary care physician who is also a new doctor. I went to see her yesterday. She is nice. She has a baby voice and could be a Playboy centerfold, but I am trying to look past that stuff.

So, I was going to talk to her about a new lady parts doctor, my social anxiety and this delightful Doc Holliday style cough I developed over the weekend. She gave me many prescriptions. One of them was for cough syrup with codeine in it. It seems to have all the codeine in it. All the codeine in the world. It tastes like jet fuel, so there is no chance of it being habit-forming.

I did, however, hallucinate an earthquake a few minutes ago. I almost fell off my chair and immediately started checking the earthquake site. Yes, I even have it bookmarked. I live in Southern California people.

Mr. Smith told me I am not allowed to drive. As if I would go out driving while there are imaginary earthquakes happening!

cough cough

A little song...

Our precious boy