Since it seems I am in a bitter mood, I will give you some more orneriness. We got a little flyer in the mail that said something like this the other day - 'Transfer a prescription to Walgreens pharmacy and receive a $25 gift certificate.' I usually don't think too much about these kind of things, but I did this time. When I did our taxes for this past year I realized how much stinking money we spend on health care and medical expenses. So I went to Walgreens pharmacy yesterday and asked about how much Kendal's prescription would be there. If I can get it cheaper than what I am now, I am all for it.
So the lady looked it up for me. For 6 weeks worth, that is what I get now, her medicine that she takes night and morning to keep the seizures away would cost me $743.00 at Walgreens. The generic, which we have strict orders not to do, is $566.00 there. Right now I shop at Smiths pharmacy. Their 6 weeks worth is $598.00. Isn't it all a bit ridiculous? Does her medicine REALLY cost that much to produce? Gimme a break! Anyway, before you all start feeling sorry for me I have to tell you that we do have insurance, as crappy as it is, and after we meet our pharmacy deductible (which isn't hard with Kendal!) we pay around $130 for her medicine.
Okay, now my REAL mood. It has been a wonderful day. I have been able to sew for a little while and do some yardwork. The dirt pile is gone! And, if that was not enough, I am so in love with my little boy. He is so sweet, he just melts my heart when I look at him.
From the words of the sappy Bella, "I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him." He is such a sweet, good, and easy baby. We are so blessed to have him in our family. We adore him, and I adore him more than anyone else because I know him the best. I think I know him better than he knows himself. He is wonderful.
A disclaimer about the pictures though - I am not nursing him in this one and I would like to say that the bulge under Emmitt is just my shirt but that is not the truth. I bought skim milk yesterday instead of my usual 1%. Now the pounds will MELT right off! And the picture above . . . I see the crows feet eating up my face. It bites to get older! I have to post these pictures of me and my little man though, because there won't be a truly acceptable picture of myself with him for about another 6 months. But like I said, "Unconditionally."