* So. I got Showtime to watch a few of the shows that I got hooked on while bouncing The Boy in his early days. Namely, Weeds, United States of Tara and (mostly) Dexter. I made sure season 4 of Dexter was On Demand, ordered it and went on a total Dexter Binge, ending last night with the finale. To which I say, 'WHHHHAAATTT???' [ATTN: SEMI-SPOILER ALERT!] I. I...I don't know what to say about it, other than they may have BROKEN the show for me. I mean, what the HELL? I know that it's BRAVE of them and all but MAN. I mean, he's going to be a suspect next season, right? Don't you think? He's not going to be able to account for the time after he left the crime scene and before he got home at night, as he was killing and cutting and dumping a body at sea and all that. I don't know. He had knowledge of Trinity's pattern and she kissed his neighbor and he was just in jail for his temper. I had to suspend my disbelief a few times this season but I just DON'T KNOW about that story line. Let's just leave out of it, for now, the fact that I was SICK TO MY STOMACH at the end of the finale, like Rita was a REAL PERSON, that I KNOW and LOST. I'm onto Weeds, now. Just saying. Tragic irony blows and I NEVER like it.
ANYWAY.
* I had a HUGE clusterfuck with the refill of The Boy's medication. I didn't fully realize that there were no refills left on the prescription and so, on Friday (and Saturday and SUNDAY), I was calling both the ped and the specialist to get ONE of them to phone in a refill. I called the pharmacy no less than 15 times and the automated system had no record, telling me that I needed a doctor to prescribe the meds and blah blah. I talked to a human on Sunday AFTER I talked to the ped on call (on SUNDAY!) and the pharmacy tech told me that she 'didn't have anything there.' I called the doctor BACK (omfg) and he told me that when he called, the pharmacist told him that the regular pediatrician had called in the script on FRIDAY. To make a long story short(ish) I went there and picked up the meds an hour before they closed (we were totally OUT of medicine, yo.) And then? I looked at the label. It was the generic form (which is why the tech didn't know it was there but don't get me started because isn't that your JOB? And can you use a little INDUCTIVE REASONING when I call for a prescription and you don't have it but you have ANOTHER ONE that you don't tell me about? Ahem.) So, I look at the label and it says to give my 5 month old ONE TEASPOON, TWO TIMES A DAY. His old dose was 1ml. A teaspoon is FIVE ml. Um. I went in and asked the pharmacist for a little clarification. She looked exasperated and upset and reprinted the label for the correct dosage and refunded my money but I gotta tell you, I'm still a little freaked out about it. I'll be getting a new pharmacy but aren't incorrect dosages and medication errors a serious ISSUE? Especially for BABIES? Fuck.
* I went into TLNG's room this morning and it was a little, um, stinky. I was still tired and so when I bent into the crib to get her and saw what looked like a little piece of apple skin, I was confused. I picked it up to look at it and she asked me, 'What is that?' and I said, 'I don't know, it looks like apple skin' and she said, 'It looks like apple skin,' And I said, 'I don't know what it is,' and she said, 'That's pukies.' Um. Okaaaay. WTH? As I see it, there are a few things that are totally fucked with this situation: 1) She puked at night or in the morning and didn't call me. 2) She watched me pick up a PIECE OF PUKE and asked me what it was. 3) She already CLEARLY KNEW what it was and answered I don't know RIGHT BEFORE she told me that I was holding a PIECE OF PUKE. Oh, I'm so sorry for the disgusting imagery so early in the morning but for some reason, this makes me CACKLE.
* Remember that movie with Jack Nicholson, when he was a retired cop who was chasing a pedophile and he set up a sting, using his friend's son for bait and the killer was going to fall for it and Jack was waiting for him and the guy got into a wreck and died on his way to pick up the kid and Jack was SO SURE that he had him and he was coming and he was RIGHT but no one would ever know and he was disgraced and mumbling to himself at the end? How many years ago was that movie? I don't even remember the name of it. But I'm still not over THAT use of Tragic Irony. So, you know. There's THAT.

My kids are on some pretty heavy duty meds for seizures and whatnot. Our old pharmacy fucked up so many times. Sometimes, gave the younger guy's meds to the older guy and vice versa. One time they gave me the wrong med altogether. I broke up with them (CVS) and later found out they gave a friend of mine a CHEMO MED instead of an antidepressant and she didn't know for three days. She was puking her guts up. BAD.
Now I go to Tarzhay. They've never, ever screwed up.
Posted by: The Domestic Goddess | March 09, 2010 at 07:32 PM
Oh I KNOW about the pharmacy crap. When I was pregnant I was on very specific pain meds for the horrific headaches I would get. Once, I went in and got a refill and left with pills that, upon looking, were totally different. So I hauled my mammoth ass back to the pharmacy to have them confirm that they were the same thing, and they NEVER FOUND OUT WHAT THEY WERE. They didn't even refund me either. It could have been chemo! Bastards
Posted by: parkingathome | March 09, 2010 at 05:59 PM
That should say I AM a lot more careful about my munchkins' prescriptions. Sheesh. Proof-reading would be a great thing, huh?
Posted by: Forgotten | March 09, 2010 at 03:22 PM
OMG! Laughing so hard at some of the vomit comments to your post. PSSHHHEEEWWW! Breathe.
Ok. Now that I'm better, let me start by saying that I had a DOCTOR get the dosing wrong and the pharmacy caught it and corrected it. (Go Rite Aid!) I am not a lot more careful about my kiddos medicine.
Also, I had a late night puker that wouldn't tell me. He would puke, roll over, and sleep with his back or his butt in it. I would go to get him in the morning and pick him up only to get it ALL OVER ME. *gag* I told him that he absolutely had to start getting up and telling me when he didn't feel good. He's better about it now. :-)
Posted by: Forgotten | March 09, 2010 at 03:19 PM
TLNG was just making sure you weren't overly concerned about the mystery item before she fessed up to her knowledge of the whole thing. My kids do that all the time.
I think I saw that Nicholson movie, but I can't remember the name of it either. I don't remember it being very good, if it's the one I'm thinking of. Was it?
Posted by: Fiona Picklebottom | March 09, 2010 at 02:42 PM
The pharmacy thing happened to me too. Before that, I had never asked about the dose of meds they were going to prescribe. The doctor this one time just happened to tell me, and by some miracle I was paying attention AND remembered. Then, when I went to pick it up (this also for my infant son), the dose was different. I don't remember the difference exactly, but like your situation, it was a BIG ONE. I very calmly told the pharmacy chick that it was different than what the doctor TOLD ME she was prescribing. She got super defensive and starting arguing with me, telling me I was wrong, repeating the same things over and over, and eventually practically refused to help me. I asked to SEE what was sent over by the doctor. Magically, when she went to get that, she also came with a new label with the correct dose. Needless to say, I was pissed, and very aware how scary this could have gotten. I always ask and WRITE DOWN now when we are prescribed anything, to make sure it matches what we are actually given. I know we are all humans, but JEEBUS, I am thinking with meds they might, I don't know, CHECK TWICE.
Posted by: Shanan | March 09, 2010 at 12:48 PM
I hadn't even thought about Dexter being a suspect!!!!!! How will I be able to wait? As for Rita, I don't mind. I didn't like her for the last 2 seasons. But I do wish I could Mr.-Clean-eraser the image of Harrison crying in the pool of blood. It would have creeped me out regardless, but having a 7 month old blond boy of my own tipped it into eraser need territory.
WTF with that pharmacy?? I would complain to the mgmt AND switch. Because, dudes, that's a baby you just messed with.
Posted by: Kader | March 09, 2010 at 12:15 PM
Jive Turkey: YES. That shit also fucked me up. I think that Rita's annoying-ness this season was one of the things that I had to suspend my disbelief for. I mean, up until that point, she was FINE with living with a closed guy who was a recovering drug addict and she was all of a sudden going postal over a lie about a car accident? And kissing a neighbor? Dragging him to therapy? Looking back, I think it was a set-up to the end of the season and a lead-in to next season, when he's either going to have to cut her up and make like she was abducted or he's going to be suspected of killing her.
Posted by: the new girl | March 09, 2010 at 11:32 AM
The finale of Dexter fucked with my head in a big way because of the image of the baby crying alone. I was more than happy to see the end of that annoying-ass let's-talk-about-our-feeeeeeelings Rita, I mean DAMN.
Posted by: jive turkey | March 09, 2010 at 11:19 AM
I've got Showtime free for 3 months and have become addicted to Nurse Jackie and the United States of Tara. I watch Weeds on DVD (I have to admit, a story about a suburban mom selling Weed hooked me in). I've heard Dexter rocks, but never really had an interest.
Posted by: inannasstar | March 09, 2010 at 10:47 AM
My daughter came up to my room the other night holding out her hand. I though she may have gotten bit by the kitty so I automatically kissed it. It turns out she was trying to show me that she had thrown up. I just kissed throw-up.
Posted by: Morgan | March 09, 2010 at 10:15 AM
Sigh...I miss Dexter. But not enough to pay for cable to watch it! Maybe I will have to rent the DVDs...
Crazy pharmacy - I hate when they can't get the doctor's calls straight. And the wrong dosage? I'd probably complain about that.
My girl has done the sleep vomiting once or twice - I can usually tell because she wakes up with it caked to the side of her head. But not before I step in the cold, chunky goo on the carpet.
Posted by: areyoukiddingme? | March 09, 2010 at 09:48 AM
A few weeks ago I went into my son's room one morning to get him up and he told me "kitty threw up in my crib." I believed him at first then realized, no, the kitty didn't eat spaghetti last night. My son hadn't cried either. Weird.
Posted by: L | March 09, 2010 at 09:46 AM