about “Punks” as bad guys in 80s action and horror films waiting to be written.
I would totally write this paper.
And now that I have some extra free time, I really could.
Aw. Got to see stubbsy, Bruckner, Lenz, and Wister tonight at the senior dinner. And Esther Barrazone sat at our table for dinner. Hm. I’ve never met her before but stubbsy made sure to introduce us.
My shot totally hurt tonight (Oh, yea, I’m doing Thursday night shots now, which is what I started off doing when I first started Humira, because starting next Wednesday, I’ll be working M-F from 8:00-4:30 so that messes up my Friday morning shot time). It must have hit a nerve or something because after it was done, I had a sharp pain that ran from my knee all the way up through my hip. Fucking ouch.
Aw, man. :/
The last time I requested a sharps mailback disposal kit for my humira pens, they accidentally sent two to my house and I was all “rock on! I have a second one handy for when this new container gets full!” Well, the container is full now and it needs to be shipped back. So I got the spare kit out and opened it up.
The kit is missing the empty container. Womp womp. I can’t call because the call center is closed. And every time I try to sign up for a MyHumira account it doesn’t work right. I mean, I guess it’s not a huge drama deal because I won’t need to dispose a pen until the 30th, but, it’s just weird not having it handy.