And All I Got Is This Lousy Parking Ticket

[exhilaration]

Well, I had a doctor's appointment this morning at eight - all stuff to do with travel and getting paperwork in order with prescriptions etc... yeah, my pain doctor is in Philadelphia, and I have a pain management appointment every five weeks, and yes, I do have to go all the way to Philly to do this because no doctor here will take me as a new patient and actually prescribe me the same stuff (they think I'm trying to get high - ) so, yeah, I do have to go to Philly every month if I actually want the right meds. I tried doing things differently - taking different stuff - different doses - and it really pisses me off that I should be even trying to go without what I know works because doctors who've never met me before think they're all-knowing about everything and their word is the last.

I rescheduled my last appointment so I didn't fail the drug test and get kicked out as a patient. I mean, this is all my fault anyway. One would think that by now I'd be able to exert a little self control. Well, whatever. So I've been stretching my meds until now, and it hasn't been working out very well for me. Sometimes I feel great, like life is awesome and I can do anything... and then I skip a dose or take a smaller dose a few times and... yeah, then I remember that it's all a chemical illusion, and in reality, I'm a mess.

I did not come home with the paperwork necessary to travel with restricted substances. And, I have no assurance that I can fill my prescriptions double before I leave so that I don't have to pay out-of-pocket for them in Asia. Maybe I can... but maybe I can't. Doctors are shit for giving straight answers. I guess on the plus side, I did not get a loud and resounding DO NOT TRAVEL from the doctor - I'm so healthy enough to travel that he didn't even bring up whether or not I should... and honestly, that put my mind at ease quite a bit.

But, oh, what did I find on my car?

Parking ticket, obviously. Because any time I park anywhere but a parking garage in Philly, I get a ticket. Whether or not I'm legally parked doesn't enter into it - I'm always fucking legally parked. I always look at the signs. I mean, if I assume I'm going to get a $35 ticket, and also put like seven bucks of change in the meter that I'm legally parking at, that's still less than $50 for the parking garage, right? I never thought I'd say this, but sometimes the city is a pain in my ass (of course, if I could get there by public transportation, this wouldn't be an issue...).

There are so many things I could do to combat this. I could, I suppose, fight the parking ticket. I could park in the medical center parking and then walk across the entire campus to where I'm going and just suck it up... or... I could go to the DMV and renew my expired parking card and just park in the damn blue spaces...

Comments

[ivy-poet.livejournal.com]

Another parking ticket? Do the police know your car by sight or something?

Anyway, good luck with the meds. I had trouble getting them for France (although I eventually did), and one of the options my dr gave me was to have my husband fill them AND MAIL THEM TO ME...every month. I'm like, you're completely insane if you think I'm trusting my anti-anxiety pills to the postal service.

[lara-everlong.livejournal.com]

I am extremely, unbelievably lucky when it comes to major things. The price I pay for that is that when it comes to minor things, I am the unluckiest person on the planet :)

(also, I've had two different cars and both seemed to be subject to the random ticketing-while-parked-legally...)

At this point I'm just working on coming up with contingency plans and making sure I'll be able to fill my scrips there if I have to, because I seriously doubt I'm really going to be allowed to fill them twice here and just take it all with me.

As long as somehow it works out, I'm okay with that, even if it has to be in a very roundabout, illogical, difficult way...

[ivy-poet.livejournal.com]

Your aunt lives nearby right? So, since you okay with the roundabout (illogical...difficult) way, why not have her do what my doctor suggested? That is, as a contingency plan anyway.

And since you mentioned it, what's the big deal with going to the DMV and getting your placard already? Ok, it's the DMV and it sucks, but it has to be better than these stupid parking tickets riiiight?

:p

[lara-everlong.livejournal.com]

getting my meds mailed from the US is like last on my list - I'm afraid Chinese customs won't let them in through the mail. It'd prolly be a 50-50 chance that they'd actually get to me. to fill the prescriptions in China I'd have to have a valid prescription from a US doctor and see a Chinese doctor to have a Chinese prescription written - and I am pretty sure that a pharmacist with a certain certification can do this as well. If I can't take enough with me that's what I'll most likely do.

And as for my blue card... my only excuse is that I'm lazy. The DMV here in Jersey isn't even that bad... ;P

[ivy-poet.livejournal.com]

Dude, I wish we lived closer to each other so we could either kick each others' butts into gear or revel in our procrastinating together.

[lara-everlong.livejournal.com]

I'm as much of a compartmentalizer as a procrastinator - getting my ass to the DMV is not in my "do it or else" compartment :P