Not my bag, baby

Our day off from work today wasn’t quite as productive as I hoped. The retail gods were not smiling upon us. We got up early to shop at Walmart and out of the ten items I had on my list, I came home with one. Yes, you read that right, one: a Rubbermaid tote for all my Easter decorations. Whoop-dee-doo!

I figured we’d do better at the mall, but I figured wrong. Other than us both scoring a new pair of sunglasses, that trip wasn’t very fruitful either. Although we did see Hot Fuzz. It’s less of a comedy than the previews lead you to believe, but it wasn’t bad. I just don’t understand the reason behind the false advertising. It’s like they are so worried the film sucks that they feel they have to trick people into coming to see it. I was pretty psyched to use my new bag to sneak in treats, however. Do you like it? I got it at the Shedd yesterday. I love purple!

Oh and you know what? I am stupid. I was without my medication for awhile and had to take over the counter drugs for a few days. Well I was digging through my drug stash in the bathroom yesterday when I came across an unopened month and a half supply of my previous meds, Aciphex. Since our insurance no longer covers Aciphex, they forced me to switch to Nexium which I hate. It gives me intestinal issues, headaches, and I swear to god, overactive bladder. Not cool. I will have to talk to the specialist on Thursday about prescribing something else my insurance covers. I’m convinced now that the Nexium is the reason I had so many bladder issues years ago. I never put two and two together, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I haven’t had any issues for over a year until this week when I started taking Nexium again. I hate that stupid purple pill now that I figured out how evil it is.

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