Scintillating Wednesday repartee, yawn man.
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Eventful Wednesday report, see man.
Wednesday was Mama T-B.'s Many'th (2x2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 +2th) -- si man, Many'th (2x2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 +2th) birthday, senior she man.
It should have been joyous or at least relaxing, si man.
Instead, we spent Many (2+2+1) hours in the hospital emergency department with Mama T-B., spend we with senior she man.
She'd had back pain for a week that was worsening, ow ow ow ow OW man.
Couldn't stand it any longer, no man.
We investigated Urgent Care but opted for the horse-stable, all records/imaging equipment already there man.
We chauffeured Mama T-B. there, chauffeur we man senior she man.
Amazingly, no one in E.D. waiting-room, not one man.
That's because all were lined up in the long hallway for potential admission or discharge, sneaky man.
They took a medical history, background man.
They did a CT scan, glow-in-the-dark man.
They took blood, vampires man.
They did a urinalysis, pee man.
The diagnosis was probably a muscle-tweak + a urinary issue, discharged with Many (2+1) prescriptions man.
Arranged with ex-Mrs.-T-B. to retrieve Mini-B. from skool, available ex-she man.
Took Rx sheet to Walgreens, chauffeur we senior she man.
Mama T-B. started grilling clerk as to whether stuff was Tier 1 or Tier 2, man.
Clerk clueless, no formulary book on hand man.
Other personnel had to get involved, research and Who Shot John man.
Was finally determined that total for the Many Rx's would be under $Many ($2+2+1), all that for THAT man.
Rx order estimated for 2 hours thereafter, man.
We promised to return to deliver stuff to Mama T-B., promise we man.
Returned Mama T-B. to senior casa, exhausted we and senior she man.
Several people had delivered flowers, extra clutter to carry upstairs man.
No nutrient consumption all day, everyone ready to fall over man.
However, Mama T-B. insisted on showing us the Medicare formulary book, Not The Optimal Time man.
The Rx's were Tier 1, Tier 2, and Tier 1 respectively, man.
As we were T-B.-mobiling out of the parking lot, Mama T-B. called, call we senior she man.
Rx order ready already at Walgreens, quite nearby man.
We retrieved and delivered the junk, envious of the good stuff we man.
Upon our return, Mama T-B. trying to end birthday call from cousin who Never Shuts Up, man.
Mama T-B. needed/wanted to eat and be left alone, good luck man.
Retrieved Mini-B. from ex-Mrs.-T-B., delayed we man.
Din-din was nuked parrots-&-keys and frozen chicken parmigiana patties, ingest Two Guys man.
Movie night was Many (2+1) The Twilight Zone episodes, Rod Serling man.
Many (2+2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn consumed, ingest Two Guys man.
Mini-B. embedded and asleep, zzz wee man.
We are probably beyond exhaustion but... something... si or whee or gee or zzz man.