March Madness!

Well, the title of this blog has nothing to do with basketball, but everything to do with the insanity of what this month has brought to my life.  It literally could be the worst month I have EVER had in my life.  Work has been extreme, our service desk now supports the entire nation of NASA Space Centers for technical support.  So we have been adapting to the extreme call volume.  Along with work, came my health complications.

To start, I had put off going to the doctor because I can take pain rather well and decided that I could wait it out and it would cure itself.  Not the case.  Turns out I had a severe infection and no doctor would see me in Slidell due to overbooking; so I had to get one of my friends in Hattiesburg to make me an emergency appointment to fit me in.  I was very grateful for that appointment!  I have never felt so much pain as I was going through at that time.  As soon as I thought the chaos was over with that sickness; I started to feel a horrible irritation in my eye.  It felt like a splinter was stuck under my eyelid and would not come out.  This was on a Thursday after being put through the ringer with getting an appointment and going on a 2 hour round trip drive to Hattiesburg, MS.  So I take some ibuprofen and double up on my antibiotics thinking it would clear itself up by the morning.

WRONG!  I wake up to a cemented closed eye that is swollen shut.  By the power of God I was able to make it through a 10 hour shift at work.  Desperate, tired, and fatigued I attempt to drive to an Urgent Care doctor to see if I can get some assistance.  With my mother being in the medical field I never ever had to resort to a 'rent-a-doctor' so I was a little conscientious about going there.  I got there about 10 minutes before they closed.  Approached the receptionist (eye's watering, red, and to be honest just looking like shit).  I tell her I would like to see the doctor that it is an emergency and I need to be seen ASAP. Her response, "We are closing in 10 minutes, the doctor said he wants to leave early and is not taking any more appointments."  Well for my people who know me... how do you think this comment struck me?  Just like my symptoms, NOT GOOD! OK... maybe you didn't understand that I said this is an EMERGENCY or maybe your eyes just aren't 20/20 yourself, but I need to be seen.  "This is not my problem. It's not my job to have sympathy for you. Go to the ER this office is closed!"


...Well it was everything and anything I could do from slinging a Southern Living Magazine and clipboard straight through her sliding glass window and jumping down her throat.  She obviously has never been around a Jones or a patient who needed "Urgent Care."  Due to the pain in my eye I collected myself accordingly slammed her glass door and accidentally dropped her clipboard on the floor and walked out respectfully.  Got her name and number and made a mental note to call the President of Urgent Care.  I didn't have the time nor patience to deal with her overweight self who probably had reservations at her local Ryan's buffet after work. So here I go to Walgreen's buying every version of Visine and eyewash they have to stick it out.  In pure and udder pain come Sunday after work in desperation I decide to go back to Urgent Care because they are open till 6pm 7 days a week.

Oh, what little did I know.

RATCHET! This president is going to get a good talking to about their little receptionist.

Come Monday, I literally can NOT take it anymore.  I leave work, after going through about a million approvals before I can walk out the door, make an appointment with Oschner and find out I have double pink eye infection! Doctor sends my Rx via computer to my local Walgreen's.  So this is good. We are getting somewhere right?  Again, WRONG! I get to Walgreen's: Sorry Mr. Jones we no longer carry your insurance with X'press Scripts...

Oh this woman just does not know... Poor little Asian is about the get her hair blown back harder than Hurricane Katrina's winds.  So to spare you that drama I end up having to go to Wal*Mart pharmacy.  Which happens to be my favorite place... in the Dirty "DELL"...  Again, I have another large woman tell me that I am standing in the wrong line after 20 minutes of waiting in the line that they initially told me to get in.  I then proceed to get in the ''right line'' approach a new cashier and I give her the low down all over again and she says well its gonna be about 4 hours. Your gonna have to wait. . .

OK! LOOK:  just give me your Pharmacy Manager I'm over the lower chain of assistance; she huffs and runs to go get Rita.  I'm speaking with the manager now, I demand a transfer of my meds from Walgreen's to Wal Mart and a call when that transfer has taken place and then another call when they are ready for pick up and I don't want to get here and you greet me with bad news telling me that I'm sorry we can't fill your script here because of your insurance. Yes, understood Mr. Jones. We will take care of you.  Well we will see!

Today on this 30th day of March my eye is better, my other illness has recovered completely and just when I thought I could see the light; BAM!  Here comes NOPD with their lateness.

Dear Mr. Jones,
We have a traffic violation that was recorded on Feb. 1 for running a stop light.  Well geez that's great!  Thank you for just now alerting me 2 days before going into April.  In which case I have never gotten a ticket for running anything. But whatever -I'm sure you photo don't lie.  I don't have the time nor patience to go to court and argue with you.  You've got people dead in cars from being shot to death and crime out on the streets and you want to give me a ticket at 10pm for running a red light merging onto i-10. You are too cool for me.


I hope these last two days are easy on my pocket and easy on my nerves because I just can't take anymore madness. Plus, April is my Birthday Month! SO please ease up and bring me some serenity, happiness, and wellness.

Prayer's are accepted.