#whinepost

So I've been on rybelsus (tablet form of semaglutide, same thing as the ozempic injections) for two years, because after an entire lifetime of being hypOglycemic, my body abruptly changed to being hypERglycemic when I turned 35.

I have not been able to get my medication for almost three months, because, you guessed it! The new weight loss fad.

I just contacted my patience assistance program through the manufacturer, and they don't even have an estimated date for when my next shipment will go out.

My internist had given me a sample pack of mounjaro (tirzepatide) injections that would last a month, with orders to get it filled as a prescription only if I absolutely couldn't get my rybelsus.

As you can well guess from my surgery posts, I. HATE. NEEDLES. Taking this shit has made me cry every single time.

But I finally cracked and tried to get the prescription filled after getting off the phone with the manufacturer.

It's on backorder at both of my potential pharmacies with no indication of when they'll next have any, because guess what again! Every other doctor who can't get semaglutide for their patients has been resorting to this as backup too!

Yes, you pedantic annoying asshole, "dinner" is used for "mid-day meal" in some places of the South. But we have had this exact same conversation enough times that you damn well know that if I say "lunch or dinner," I am not saying the same time of day twice, I am using "dinner" to mean "evening meal" as a majority of people and most restaurants now do. Stop fucking trying to pull this shit on me!

And it's not even just this one thing, this is just the tiniest most petty example. He does this all the fucking time.

Edit: They're back from their post-lunch walk and Mama says when she pointed out Dad and I had this conversation repeatedly, he swears he didn't remember the other times.

Whether or not that's true is debatable, but his memory has been provably getting worse as of late.

Quoth Mama: "I know how frustrating it is not being able to tell whether he genuinely forgot or he's messing with you, but a little benefit of the doubt would help keep all our stress levels down."