Update on my most recent post:
Brandon's parents offered to help pay for my medicine. That was pretty awesome, though it meant I had to swallow my pride and accept it. So Friday night I headed to Target to get my expensive prescription filled. I tell the pharmacist I know it's not covered by insurance so I'll have to pay full price, but I need it filled anyway. She says okay, and to come back in 15 minutes.
So I shop. Which, by the way, is one of my favorite things to do now. Especially after not losing all the baby weight and really having little to no motivation to do so because I know I'll eventually have another one, I have become interested in fashion and making myself look cute because it's kind of a challenge. Thankfully, Target always has some CUTE clearance jewelry :) So I shop.
I go back to pick up the prescription.
Pharmacist: "Okay, your total is $58"
Pharmacist: "Is that... really expensive? Or really cheap...?"
I proceed to apologize, saying I should have started my sentence with "Yay!" and not "What???" because of the look of shock and fright on her face. I tell her briefly about the fight I've just had with the insurance, explain how I have NO idea what's going on, because the prescription was $15 more than usual, but not through the roof like I was expecting.
But I was not going to ask questions. Or complain. I'm just thankful :) No crazy Tracey! Hip hip hooray!