It's probably my age, but when I feel a need to express my angst through punk, I find it hard to beat Suicidal Tendencies' Institutionalized. I guess I prefer my punk with guitar, bass and drums, I do like rap and spoken over music, but in it's own place (Rollins excepted). So give me the thundering drums, driving bassline and shrieking guitars while the angsty teen screams about his parents blaming him for their decions when all he wanted was a Pepsi.
Had a contemplative and sobering therapy session last week, we skipped week since she was in the Bahamas, and lately other things have interrupted the work at home. Got to get back to that grindstone.
I was able to workout yesterday at the Y, I'm not back to where I was in early January on the machines, but I'm getting there. It's amazing how much you lose when you take a 6 week illness break. No MILFs either for a change, well, maybe one or two.
My prescription insurance is better than I realized, unlike my former one, this one will pay for Mobic without a long detailed report showing every other concievable option was tried. My price was high, $45 for a 30 day supply, but the cost billed to my insurance company was $180. Mrs. Ha's antidepressants are billed at $450 a month ($30 at the register IIRC) so we're easily costing someone over $20 a day for drugs, but that's the price you pay so big pharm can have record profits and we can subsidize the Canuckistanis.
My Mobic is made in Mexico, at least my samples were. For $180 a month I could get better Mexican drugs, I bet. Another funny thing I noticed is that I rarely get the cool side effects, the Mobic said I might feel drowsy or dizzy, no such luck.
In yet some more Rochester is a small town moments, we experience alternate timelines and the fragility of life.
Mrs Ha. took Irish_girl to the hospital the other day and ran into Irish_sister with newborn baby S__. The small town thing is that she ran into a co-worker of ours from our group home days 16 years ago, who is now a nurse. I was attracted to her, something about cute, curvy redheads who didn't drive me up a wall. We almost went to a Ren Fest together, but I had to get back to school, so it didn't work out. But, I can imagine an alternate timeline when we dated, I wondered how it worked out?
In the next small town moment, there was a big article in our paper about a brain injured woman and the trouble she's been having since the accident. She used to work in Mrs. Ha's club, and Mrs. Ha found her to act very oddly indeed. The injury was never mentioned though, and she left, otherwise there might have been some understanding.
Irish food is an acquired taste. I made Irish soda bread last Saturday, and it didn't do a lot for me, it was hard and salty. But, preschool mom and Irish_girl tried it and loved it, as they have had it previously. I guess I made it right after all.
I may never go back to Chase-Pitkin again, I stopped in the other day for their last few weeks with 50-80% off, but didn't find much that I wanted. Goodbye.
It's going to be a hard weekend. Mrs. Ha is taking off to Buffalo this afternoon to pick up her mom and bring her back. Now that I know how much this wears me out, I will be taking time for myself, but we're still not going to get much of our Sunday alone time. The whole deal brings up family history and dynamics and just a whole barrelful of stress. I should have bought more beer.
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