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Yesterday was a mess. I needed to get my medicines (especially my blood
pressure pills), but I also needed Internet's Tapazole and c/d food for Trill. I could not figure out how I was going to do all this, but my mother-in-law thought she could get me to the drug store and grocery store (needed a few things, including bananas; the blood pressure pills make me lose potassium, so it was a potassium supplement [yet another pill! NO WAY!] or a banana a day. I opted for the bananas). I had no idea what to do about the cat stuff. I called the vet's around 11:30 am, and found out that, yes, they closed at noon. I told them Internet was completely out of his Tapazole, and has missed a dose Friday, so he could have one last one Saturday at least. There was no way I could get there on time. I asked (bold me!) if maybe someone could drop it off and I would pay them. They said they'd see, and would call me back. In the meanwhile, I call my MIL; she can't take me anywhere; her car is not working again. I have calls into a couple of other people, but they haven't called me back. Crap! The vet calls and says that yes, someone will bring the meds over. I find out later that the someone will be Dr. Dan, the owner of the clinic! Wow, I didn't expect that! They tell me he will probably be here before 2:30. Good, I think; I can catch the bus and go to my pharmacy to get my meds and the store to get my bananas etc. So I wait. And wait. And wait. I call back the vet's office and talk to Dr. Chris (Dr. Dan's wife). She seems a bit snippy today, and tells me he had other errands to do, and it would probably be more like 6:30 before he got there. Well, thanks for *that* monkey wrench in my plans, as it is now too late to go to my regulary pharmacy; it's closed. So I call one other friend, and her husband agrees to take me to the grocery store, which has a pharmacy open until 9 pm (that's what it said on their recording). Only one problem: it's Saturday. So I give up on Dr. Dan and Jeff comes and picks me up, taking me to the grocery store. Their pharmacy closes at 7 pm on Saturdays. It's locked up tight at 8:00 pm. I get my groceries at least, and ask them where there is a pharmacy that might be open. They tell me, and Jeff sighs and does his best race car driver impression to get me up there in time. Where I find out that, no, they closed at 6 pm. By this point, I just have to light up a cigarette, so I do so and slowly go over to Jeff's truck and tell him the situation, which is that there is apparently only one 24 hour pharmacy in this Big City, and it's way up north. Jeff is getting ****ed, but what else can we do? We go up there, and yes! The pharmacy is open! So I wait. And wait. And wait. And finally go up to the counter where they claim they called my name. No way in hell did that happen except in their imaginations, but they refuse to admit they messed up. I just grit my teeth (or what's left of them) and take my medications as Jeff and I zoom back to my place. Karen, my friend next door, is out front with a bag. It seems Dr. Dan showed up about half an hour after we left. Karen was out front and asked if it was okay for him to leave it with her, which he did. The bill was just stuck inside the bag with the meds. Jeff screeched off, yelling "Call Marna!" (his wife and my college roommate) I called her and reassured her he was on his way and all was well. I took my first blood pressure pill and felt truly old for the first time in my life. But at least I have a vet that delivers. Ginger-lyn |
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On Jun 14, 6:08*pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:
Yesterday was a mess. *I needed to get my medicines (especially my blood pressure pills), but I also needed Internet's Tapazole and c/d food for Trill. *I could not figure out how I was going to do all this, but my mother-in-law thought she could get me to the drug store and grocery store (needed a few things, including bananas; the blood pressure pills make me lose potassium, so it was a potassium supplement [yet another pill! *NO WAY!] or a banana a day. *I opted for the bananas). *I had no idea what to do about the cat stuff. I called the vet's around 11:30 am, and found out that, yes, they closed at noon. *I told them Internet was completely out of his Tapazole, and has missed a dose Friday, so he could have one last one Saturday at least. *There was no way I could get there on time. *I asked (bold me!) if maybe someone could drop it off and I would pay them. *They said they'd see, and would call me back. In the meanwhile, I call my MIL; she can't take me anywhere; her car is not working again. *I have calls into a couple of other people, but they haven't called me back. *Crap! The vet calls and says that yes, someone will bring the meds over. *I find out later that the someone will be Dr. Dan, the owner of the clinic! *Wow, I didn't expect that! *They tell me he will probably be here before 2:30. *Good, I think; I can catch the bus and go to my pharmacy to get my meds and the store to get my bananas etc. So I wait. *And wait. *And wait. *I call back the vet's office and talk to Dr. Chris (Dr. Dan's wife). *She seems a bit snippy today, and tells me he had other errands to do, and it would probably be more like 6:30 before he got there. Well, thanks for *that* monkey wrench in my plans, as it is now too late * to go to my regulary pharmacy; it's closed. So I call one other friend, and her husband agrees to take me to the grocery store, which has a pharmacy open until 9 pm (that's what it said on their recording). *Only one problem: *it's Saturday. So I give up on Dr. Dan and Jeff comes and picks me up, taking me to the grocery store. *Their pharmacy closes at 7 pm on Saturdays. *It's locked up tight at 8:00 pm. *I get my groceries at least, and ask them where there is a pharmacy that might be open. *They tell me, and Jeff sighs and does his best race car driver impression to get me up there in time. * Where I find out that, no, they closed at 6 pm. By this point, I just have to light up a cigarette, so I do so and slowly go over to Jeff's truck and tell him the situation, which is that there is apparently only one 24 hour pharmacy in this Big City, and it's way up north. *Jeff is getting ****ed, but what else can we do? *We go up there, and yes! *The pharmacy is open! So I wait. *And wait. *And wait. *And finally go up to the counter where they claim they called my name. *No way in hell did that happen except in their imaginations, but they refuse to admit they messed up. *I just grit my teeth (or what's left of them) and take my medications as Jeff and I zoom back to my place. Karen, my friend next door, is out front with a bag. *It seems Dr. Dan showed up about half an hour after we left. *Karen was out front and asked if it was okay for him to leave it with her, which he did. *The bill was just stuck inside the bag with the meds. *Jeff screeched off, yelling "Call Marna!" *(his wife and my college roommate) *I called her and reassured her he was on his way and all was well. I took my first blood pressure pill and felt truly old for the first time in my life. *But at least I have a vet that delivers. Ginger-lyn I feel for you as I also don't have a car. I often had problem getting a cab to take me and Rusty to the vet. Many cab drivers don't want to take a cat. Once I waited for an hour at a vet clinic waiting for a cab to come pick me up. Finally another cat slave drove me home. Now I stick to a vet clinic within walking distance. But in the depth of winter or pouring rain, there is no way I can walk there carrying Rusty. More than once I was down to the last can of prescription cat food and rushed to the vet clinic before they closed. The clinic is closed on Sat. and Sunday. Winnie |
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Winnie wrote:
On Jun 14, 6:08 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote: Yesterday was a mess. I needed to get my medicines (especially my blood pressure pills), but I also needed Internet's Tapazole and c/d food for Trill. I could not figure out how I was going to do all this, but my mother-in-law thought she could get me to the drug store and grocery store (needed a few things, including bananas; the blood pressure pills make me lose potassium, so it was a potassium supplement [yet another pill! NO WAY!] or a banana a day. I opted for the bananas). I had no idea what to do about the cat stuff. I called the vet's around 11:30 am, and found out that, yes, they closed at noon. I told them Internet was completely out of his Tapazole, and has missed a dose Friday, so he could have one last one Saturday at least. There was no way I could get there on time. I asked (bold me!) if maybe someone could drop it off and I would pay them. They said they'd see, and would call me back. In the meanwhile, I call my MIL; she can't take me anywhere; her car is not working again. I have calls into a couple of other people, but they haven't called me back. Crap! The vet calls and says that yes, someone will bring the meds over. I find out later that the someone will be Dr. Dan, the owner of the clinic! Wow, I didn't expect that! They tell me he will probably be here before 2:30. Good, I think; I can catch the bus and go to my pharmacy to get my meds and the store to get my bananas etc. So I wait. And wait. And wait. I call back the vet's office and talk to Dr. Chris (Dr. Dan's wife). She seems a bit snippy today, and tells me he had other errands to do, and it would probably be more like 6:30 before he got there. Well, thanks for *that* monkey wrench in my plans, as it is now too late to go to my regulary pharmacy; it's closed. So I call one other friend, and her husband agrees to take me to the grocery store, which has a pharmacy open until 9 pm (that's what it said on their recording). Only one problem: it's Saturday. So I give up on Dr. Dan and Jeff comes and picks me up, taking me to the grocery store. Their pharmacy closes at 7 pm on Saturdays. It's locked up tight at 8:00 pm. I get my groceries at least, and ask them where there is a pharmacy that might be open. They tell me, and Jeff sighs and does his best race car driver impression to get me up there in time. Where I find out that, no, they closed at 6 pm. By this point, I just have to light up a cigarette, so I do so and slowly go over to Jeff's truck and tell him the situation, which is that there is apparently only one 24 hour pharmacy in this Big City, and it's way up north. Jeff is getting ****ed, but what else can we do? We go up there, and yes! The pharmacy is open! So I wait. And wait. And wait. And finally go up to the counter where they claim they called my name. No way in hell did that happen except in their imaginations, but they refuse to admit they messed up. I just grit my teeth (or what's left of them) and take my medications as Jeff and I zoom back to my place. Karen, my friend next door, is out front with a bag. It seems Dr. Dan showed up about half an hour after we left. Karen was out front and asked if it was okay for him to leave it with her, which he did. The bill was just stuck inside the bag with the meds. Jeff screeched off, yelling "Call Marna!" (his wife and my college roommate) I called her and reassured her he was on his way and all was well. I took my first blood pressure pill and felt truly old for the first time in my life. But at least I have a vet that delivers. Ginger-lyn I feel for you as I also don't have a car. I often had problem getting a cab to take me and Rusty to the vet. Many cab drivers don't want to take a cat. Once I waited for an hour at a vet clinic waiting for a cab to come pick me up. Finally another cat slave drove me home. Now I stick to a vet clinic within walking distance. But in the depth of winter or pouring rain, there is no way I can walk there carrying Rusty. More than once I was down to the last can of prescription cat food and rushed to the vet clinic before they closed. The clinic is closed on Sat. and Sunday. Winnie {{{Winnie}}} It's hard, isn't it? I've had the same problem with cab drivers, and had an occasional person on the bus loudly object to a cat being there. This new clinic is *almost* within walking distance for me. I have had a very hard time lately walking far at all, so right now, I couldn't do it, but if I can get my health better, I probably can, or at least get part of the way there on foot. Ginger-lyn |
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On Jun 15, 10:45*pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:
{{{Winnie}}} It's hard, isn't it? *I've had the same problem with cab drivers, and had an occasional person on the bus loudly object to a cat being there. * This new clinic is *almost* within walking distance for me. *I have had a very hard time lately walking far at all, so right now, I couldn't do it, but if I can get my health better, I probably can, or at least get part of the way there on foot. Cats are not allowed on buses here. So it is either walk or taxi. There is pet taxi. But is has a minimum charge that does not work for me. In a way it is a good thing Rusty doesn't weigh much for me to hand carry him No need to do weights. A trip to the vet provides a good workout for me if I am walking. A case of 24 cans of prescriptioncat food is also a good weight lifting. Which reminds me, time to stock up on cat food. At least I can take that on the bus. I think Rusty also prefers I carry him than going in the metal monster. Sometimes if I am lucky my neighbour would give me a ride to the vet. Take care of yourself. Hope you feel better soon. Winnie |
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"Winnie" wrote in message ... On Jun 15, 10:45 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote: {{{Winnie}}} It's hard, isn't it? I've had the same problem with cab drivers, and had an occasional person on the bus loudly object to a cat being there. This new clinic is *almost* within walking distance for me. I have had a very hard time lately walking far at all, so right now, I couldn't do it, but if I can get my health better, I probably can, or at least get part of the way there on foot. Cats are not allowed on buses here. So it is either walk or taxi. There is pet taxi. But is has a minimum charge that does not work for me. In a way it is a good thing Rusty doesn't weigh much for me to hand carry him No need to do weights. A trip to the vet provides a good workout for me if I am walking. A case of 24 cans of prescriptioncat food is also a good weight lifting. Which reminds me, time to stock up on cat food. At least I can take that on the bus. I think Rusty also prefers I carry him than going in the metal monster. Sometimes if I am lucky my neighbour would give me a ride to the vet. Take care of yourself. Hope you feel better soon. Winnie* **************** I would be seriously considering stating that my cat was a 'companion animal' and as such not subject to such ridiculous rules. (Don't recall where 'here' is) The Disability Act comes in very handy at times. It allows you to take a companion animal anywhere with you. Doesn't have to be a seeing eye dog. Plus no one is allowed to ask you what your disability is or why you require the animal. Jo |
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On Jun 15, 11:40*pm, "Jofirey" wrote:
**************** I would be seriously considering stating that my cat was a 'companion animal' and as such not subject to such ridiculous rules. *(Don't recall where 'here' is) The Disability Act comes in very handy at times. *It allows you to take a companion animal anywhere with you. *Doesn't have to be a seeing eye dog. *Plus no one is allowed to ask you what your disability is or why you require the animal. Jo Here is in Ottawa - Canada's capital. There was a recent proposal to allow pets on buses. But the bus drivers union voted it down. We had a bus strike recently for over 2 months in the depth of winter which causes a lot of grief. So the union has a lot of clout. I don't even want to argue with a bus driver. I agree with you. A cat in a carrier will cause less allergy than a seeing eye dog. The vet was the one who alerted me to the fact that pets are not allowed on buses. Winnie |
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On Jun 14, 6:08*pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:
Yesterday was a mess. *I needed to get my medicines (especially my blood pressure pills), but I also needed Internet's Tapazole and c/d food for Trill. *I could not figure out how I was going to do all this, but my mother-in-law thought she could get me to the drug store and grocery store (needed a few things, including bananas; the blood pressure pills make me lose potassium, so it was a potassium supplement [yet another pill! *NO WAY!] or a banana a day. *I opted for the bananas). *I had no idea what to do about the cat stuff. I called the vet's around 11:30 am, and found out that, yes, they closed at noon. *I told them Internet was completely out of his Tapazole, and has missed a dose Friday, so he could have one last one Saturday at least. *There was no way I could get there on time. *I asked (bold me!) if maybe someone could drop it off and I would pay them. *They said they'd see, and would call me back. In the meanwhile, I call my MIL; she can't take me anywhere; her car is not working again. *I have calls into a couple of other people, but they haven't called me back. *Crap! The vet calls and says that yes, someone will bring the meds over. *I find out later that the someone will be Dr. Dan, the owner of the clinic! *Wow, I didn't expect that! *They tell me he will probably be here before 2:30. *Good, I think; I can catch the bus and go to my pharmacy to get my meds and the store to get my bananas etc. So I wait. *And wait. *And wait. *I call back the vet's office and talk to Dr. Chris (Dr. Dan's wife). *She seems a bit snippy today, and tells me he had other errands to do, and it would probably be more like 6:30 before he got there. Well, thanks for *that* monkey wrench in my plans, as it is now too late * to go to my regulary pharmacy; it's closed. So I call one other friend, and her husband agrees to take me to the grocery store, which has a pharmacy open until 9 pm (that's what it said on their recording). *Only one problem: *it's Saturday. So I give up on Dr. Dan and Jeff comes and picks me up, taking me to the grocery store. *Their pharmacy closes at 7 pm on Saturdays. *It's locked up tight at 8:00 pm. *I get my groceries at least, and ask them where there is a pharmacy that might be open. *They tell me, and Jeff sighs and does his best race car driver impression to get me up there in time. * Where I find out that, no, they closed at 6 pm. By this point, I just have to light up a cigarette, so I do so and slowly go over to Jeff's truck and tell him the situation, which is that there is apparently only one 24 hour pharmacy in this Big City, and it's way up north. *Jeff is getting ****ed, but what else can we do? *We go up there, and yes! *The pharmacy is open! So I wait. *And wait. *And wait. *And finally go up to the counter where they claim they called my name. *No way in hell did that happen except in their imaginations, but they refuse to admit they messed up. *I just grit my teeth (or what's left of them) and take my medications as Jeff and I zoom back to my place. Karen, my friend next door, is out front with a bag. *It seems Dr. Dan showed up about half an hour after we left. *Karen was out front and asked if it was okay for him to leave it with her, which he did. *The bill was just stuck inside the bag with the meds. *Jeff screeched off, yelling "Call Marna!" *(his wife and my college roommate) *I called her and reassured her he was on his way and all was well. I took my first blood pressure pill and felt truly old for the first time in my life. *But at least I have a vet that delivers. Ginger-lyn Many purrs for you and your kids. I'm also in Columbus, Ohio. Is this Dr. Dan on Main St? BigBoy, Princess, Mr. Boots, Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice, Ms. Blue Belle and Cheddar |
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bigboy wrote:
Many purrs for you and your kids. I'm also in Columbus, Ohio. Is this Dr. Dan on Main St? BigBoy, Princess, Mr. Boots, Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice, Ms. Blue Belle and Cheddar Thank you, and the same to yours. No, my vet is on High St. in Clintonville. Are you still looking for one? Ginger-lyn |
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On Jun 21, 2:02*pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:
bigboy wrote: Many purrs for you and your kids. *I'm also in Columbus, Ohio. *Is this Dr. Dan on Main St? BigBoy, Princess, Mr. Boots, Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice, Ms. Blue Belle and Cheddar Thank you, and the same to yours. No, my vet is on High St. in Clintonville. *Are you still looking for one? Ginger-lyn I'm trying Dr. Custer out right now - testing the waters to see how I like him. I haven't heard or seen any other comments on here about him. BigBoy,Princess,Mr.Boots,Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice, Ms. Blue Belle and Cheddar |
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bigboy wrote:
On Jun 21, 2:02 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote: bigboy wrote: Many purrs for you and your kids. I'm also in Columbus, Ohio. Is this Dr. Dan on Main St? BigBoy, Princess, Mr. Boots, Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice, Ms. Blue Belle and Cheddar Thank you, and the same to yours. No, my vet is on High St. in Clintonville. Are you still looking for one? Ginger-lyn I'm trying Dr. Custer out right now - testing the waters to see how I like him. I haven't heard or seen any other comments on here about him. BigBoy,Princess,Mr.Boots,Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice, Ms. Blue Belle and Cheddar My friend (who is a vet's daughter) is trying him out, too. So far, she seems pleased. Ginger-lyn |
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