starting over fresh

Upon waking up today, I checked my messages and notifications, looking for updates about my prescription. Nothing yet. Then, it occurred to me that writing back to my nurse practitioner in a message thread about my needing lab tests done, might not be the best tactic.

So, I started a fresh thread, titled with the name of the medication I needed, and the word “generic.” I explained: totally out of medication, having a lot of trouble falling asleep, etc., that even though I preferred the name brand since it seems to work better, I was willing to accept a rewritten script for the generic, because that’s all my insurance will allow.

I had no sooner messaged my daughter to tell her I was still waiting, than I got a message back from my nurse practitioner, apologizing for the delay, and letting me know that I had been right about a fresh message being more effective, so it wouldn’t get lost. She’d already faxed over the new prescription.

I’m gonna give the pharmacy until after their meal break, then call them, to make sure the prescription gets processed today.

Also, even though the sky may have been starting to lighten before I finally dozed off last night (not sure if it was that or just that my eyes had better adjusted to the dark), I only took ONE of the sleep aid pills. So far, so good. Don’t feel nearly as tired as yesterday.

I might actually hit up the grocery store before calling the pharmacy, because I need to do that, anyway, and don’t want a repeat of yesterday, where all of a sudden, I’m running on fumes.

So, no yelling at anyone required.

There’s a recipe I want to try, that I can get the ingredients for today. I won’t be making the vegan version from the original recipe, but that’s quite alright. I’m getting chicken, too, and might double the sauce, and put some on the chicken.

And a pitcher for sweet tea. My old pitcher looks a little scary.

Even though I have that crystallized tea sugar, I think I’m also going to get a fresh little tub of Truvia, for the tea. I don’t mind using honey or sugar in a single cup of tea here or there, but if I will be potentially drinking a LOT of it, I’d prefer something else.

Great sale on blueberries right now, too!

My daughter reminded me yesterday about a birthday cake I had made for one of my birthdays, when she was growing up. It was kind of an inside joke that all started when I told my long-distance bestie it was so hot it felt like my jeans were melting.

I had started a group on a now-defunct social media platform, entitled Sisterhood of the Melting Pants, for posting eye-candy pics. Someone in it once commented they saw hotter guys on the regular, going about their day, on the streets of New York City.

Well, we don’t all live in New York.

It was fun. There were some pics of women here and there, too.

Side note: there were some pretty spicy bois on view when I lived in Los Angeles. One in particular, who I wished I had had the nerve to talk to. I don’t typically lust after guys in suits, but there was something about this one. Seated in the grass, on campus. Was he wearing sunglasses? I feel like he was. Which, now, I can say without hesitation, make everyone hotter. Maybe no shades? I also feel like there was heated eye-contact.

But I digress… the moment I saw him, my jaw dropped, and I actually said, “Oh, my God.”

He noticed. Fierce, smirky grin.

I didn’t approach him, and he didn’t approach me, but we eyed one another lustily. Every time I looked back as my friend group and I were walking away, he was still watching me.

Oh, what might have been.

Anyway, around the time that Sisterhood of the Melting Pants group was in full swing, post-Los Angeles, I made myself a cake with dyed-blue cake mix, and a LOT of blue frosting, studded with all kinds of candies. It was in the shape of a pair of jeans, complete with belt loops and top button, with candies for the patches etc.

It means a lot to me that kiddo remembers little things like that.

I did some fun things for her birthdays, too. A store-bought cake turned into a sandcastle with clever add-ons: graham cracker crumbs for sand, upside-down ice cream cones for the towers — the cones with the flat bottoms…gummy bugs in the sand…blue tissue paper to be the water underneath, and goldfish crackers in the water… That was the year we held her party at the swimming pool, when I also supplied her with multiple disposable waterproof cameras to take pictures as they played.

The desert island cupcakes I slaved over for three days, and the treat bags, complete with printed treasure maps, for her pirate birthday, all brought in to her daycare, on a day where they coincidentally listened to music in the park, and one of the performers played sea shanties, including “Drunken Sailor.”

Before H.K. Rowling turned against the LGBTQIA+ community, we were both into Harry Potter. We played the PC games together, since it turned out we each excelled at different challenges in each game. (And we played Nancy Drew PC games together, too, and kept notes in notebooks about the puzzles).

She had a Harry Potter birthday one year. Gorgeous edible image cake with frosting sparks coming off Harry’s wand, which I special ordered, and let her go wild with specifications. But I think the kids’ favorite part that year was playing with the ball I had wrapped in metallic gold tissue paper, to be the Golden Snitch. It just takes a little imagination, to make a kid’s day.

I may have had many, many flaws, but I knew how to rock a birthday.

I best get ready to head out, and restock on groceries. I nearly lost track of my prized paper coupons, until I saw kitty had knocked them off the counter, where they had landed in a laundry basket. BUT! Free peanut butter shall be MINE! Mwuahahahaha.

In closing, I leave you with this subtly-suggestive jeans photo, even if it appears no one is wearing them. I’ve been wearing bootcut leggings lately, but might make it a jeans day, in remembrance.