This morning I was a little early getting to Ypsilanti because I was able to go about 90 m.p.h. on the freeway. I decided to stop at the ATM and get some money so I could get some Tim Horton's coffee for me and some hot chocolate for my coworker. Imagine my surprise when I pulled up to the ATM and went digging around for my wallet in my purse and it wasn't there. It wasn't there because it is sitting on the coffee table at home. It's sitting on the coffee table at home because I paid for something on the internet last night and got my credit card out of my wallet and never put my wallet back. Ooops.

It's a sign of a bad day. I know it is.

Quitting my job and not having health insurance is going to suck. But I'm really wondering how valuable the health insurance is in the first place. As you all know, I am taking Strattera for A.D.D. My doctor prescribed 63 pills for me for one month because I take two each day. With Strattera I have to take it every day in order for it to work. When I got the prescription filled a few weeks ago I was pissed because they only gave me half the prescription. I just figured it was my health insurance company's way of screwing me out of two $25 co-pays each month. When I went to get the refill on Sunday I found out that it was the health insurance company's way of screwing me out of the correct amount of medication. Apparently my health insurance has decided they will only pay for 34 pills each month instead of 63. That's really helpful, assholes. When I explained that my doctor had prescribed two a day the health insurance lady told me that I really should only be taking one. What? I called my doctor's office yesterday to tell them to call in an override or something and they were supposed to call me back. They didn't. So I called them again today to remind them that I haven't had any of this medication since Sunday and I am dizzy and sick to my stomach and someone needs to call me yesterday goddammit! I was nicer than that because I would like to receive a phone call sometime today. But now, even if they call and say I can go get more medication I won't be able to because my wallet is on the coffee table in another zip code.

It's a bad day.

I had to call the vet today to find out the results of the pee test they did on my cat. She has a bad urinary tract infection. As a matter of fact, there were too many red blood cells in her pee to count. I have to go pick up medication for her. And the doctor wants her to eat special food. But when I asked about the special food she is already on for the food allergy they weren't sure what to do. I asked them to please find out by the time I come in tonight to get the medication and the more special food. This cat is a special cat. And by 'special' I mean 'really annoying.' She cries all the time until Jesse or I pick her up. She wakes us up in the night by playing with the window blinds or by licking my nose. But now I feel bad that she hasn't felt well for maybe a long time and I didn't do anything about it because I just thought she was a special cat.

Can I go home now? Today sucks.