CVS called again at 8:30 this morning to let me know he now had 2 scripts ready. Gee, thanks. Last time you called it was five minutes after I left there so, knowing he had at least one more coming in, I waited. But is it really necessary to call me before 10 a.m.?

However, CVS wasn’t the first call. Nope, The freaking social worker had that honor. She called at 8 a.m. to let me know they were moving him. She’s lucky I can’t reach through the phone. If I could she’d be a dead social worker. I would have throttled her for waking me up since I’d only fallen asleep a mere two hours before.

I was told three times by three different people yesterday they would move him today. He even called me yesterday to tell me they were going to move him today.

Then there was the idiot from some medicare supplemental crap plan that got an ear full since she was truly my last straw.

I pity The Curmudgeon, even though it was after 10 a.m. when he called me, I’d already had too many calls. Yep, I was cranky.

To be honest I have no desire to go ‘visit’ him. I have far too much I need to do around here. Wish I could get it all done as fast as I’d like to, but my back rules how much I can do at a shot.

It’s work for a while, stop and go sit until the back stops spasming, then go back to work, repeat. It sure does make it take a lot longer to get things done.