Remember this awesome tune from the Way Back Times?
It popped into my head as I was thinking about my life in the past week.
First off, let me go backwards in the chronological order of things, there's, yet again, this time change thing. It drives me nuts every six months when it comes around. It always disrupts my sleep pattern. I'm up right now, wide awake, having just downed two coffees at 11:30 pm and it's now 3:30 am and I likely won't hit the hay 'till at least sunrise... whenever that is now with the new daylight savings time (or is it standard time? I don't know. Just asked Google and yes it's daylight savings time.)
It's just as well since then I'll sleep during the day, a schedule I maintained for years due to my overnight job, as you may recall, and then I'll not be tempted to spy on my neighbors to see if they're organizing a plot to "take me out." They're full-on MAGAs after all and that seems to be the MO of their hero and steward working towards the onset of Armageddon, ol' DJT. You think I'm crazy? Look at the evidence... they pose confrontingly (is that an adjective? spellcheck says no but I think it should be) halting in their tracks to strike my security camera with evil-eyes. I also haven't gotten a food bank care package from them in a couple weeks so I think they might be accessing this blog and aren't too thrilled about my posts about them.
I met with my new doctor at the Appalachian Emergency Clinic, aka, CFHC (the same place I've been going to for a while now but my previous provider left so...) and before five minutes goes by she's saying she's going to refer me to a psychiatrist. Damn, I knew I should have kept a tad DL and not rambled on like a crazy old coot like I always do with these healthcare folks. I get white coat phobia symptoms quite easily and though my BP stayed in the norm range, I was a bit nervous, as usual. And I prattle on when nervous. I asked for Vyvance and that's why she recommended the head shrinker since she didn't want to prescribe it. I think it'd be a "Magic Rainbow Happy Pill" but likely less powerful. I know this place won't prescribe that. I don't think I'll take that referral since after thinking about it, I'm not too keen on paying a $10 co-pay for a Schedule II drug that I might need monthly appointments for and the $37.50 out-of-pocket for the drug each 90-days. No wonder there's so many meth heads, these freakin' doctors are too pussy-whipped by oversight bodies to prescribe legal amphetamines so one has to go the illegal route.
I almost pulled the trigger on a wild vacation idea based on a "sale," but when I added the costs up, it came to almost $2,500 for a two-week-ish trip. Now, it sounds awesome on the surface: Transatlantic passage cruise on a newer cruise ship stopping in the British Virgin Islands, the Canary Islands, Barcelona, Spain; Cannes, France and ending in Rome, Italy (well, the port city near there) and I worked it out that after a stayover in Rome, I'd fly back home to Orlando via a 4-hour layover in Dublin, Ireland. But then I'd have to spend a night in Orlando since I'd be traveling to Miami via Amtrak and going home from Orlando the same way, by train. Saves on parking fees that way, I figured. So the prices of shit, at first, sound like a dream: $15 Uber to Sebring Amtrak station, $40 train to Miami, $570 for the cruise (plus $240 for all the daily gratuities on this 15-night journey), but Rome was being a bitch for hotel rates on the day I needed so I was looking at at least $200 for the one night there, then the airfare, probably due to this war, was crazy, Air Lingus was the best option offering a simple itinerary with just the one layover and that would alleviate the craziness of a non-stop 15-hour flight from Rome... but at almost $600 with the one checked bag fee (since its a two-week trip I would need one checked and one carry on, of course), then the one night stay in Orlando, about $95, Uber to the train station, another $15 and the train home, $25. Adding in food (outside of the cruise), drinks (cruise or not), other travel like from the port to Rome proper, and any excursions in the ports-of-call, any souvenirs, visas, etc., it would be way beyond my budget. It would be crazy. But I'm still so tempted...
