Credit Union; Sinus Infection and the Clinic; Meds; Hail from an empty sky?; Angel in Bondage

Today was certainly full of fun and frolic. Last night I realized I didn't have enough money in the checking account to pay a couple of bills. I have one credit card bill that always arrives in the middle of the month with a due date at the end of the month. One month I mistakenly thought it was due the next month; the friendly folk at the credit card company just about had a fucking cow.

In order to have enough money, I figured I needed to make a raid on the credit union funds. The credit union office is downtown near the Capitol complex and has the worst parking imaginable. You have to circle forever hoping for someone to pull out. (I've seen grandmothers battling each other for a spot.) But I was in luck, I noticed a guy headed for a van, so I followed and within minutes has a space.

To back up a bit, for the last couple of days, I've noticed that I didn't feel very good. Last night, I had a headache that was worse this morning. The symptoms screamed "sinus infection." So I also realized I needed to go to the doctor.

After the credit union, I headed for the bank to deposit my check. Then on to the post office to mail the payments. To add insult to injury or vice versa, on the way to the doctor, my car started making screeching noises - brakes, I'm sure. Of course the doctor's office was full. And every other patient was coughing and sneezing. Oh, shit! I crunched myself into a corner seat and hoped nobody would breath on me. At least I'd had enough sense to bring the latest Wallpaper magazine. Finally, after an hour or so, my named was called. Dr. Larry is all too familiar with my case, so I was quickly finished. Alas, he was out of drug samples, but I had a credit on the books, so there was no charge.

Next stop: the pharmacy at Jitney. Fortunately, there were no hordes of sick people waiting. But the pharmacy is more or less surrounded by the plant and flower department. Just the place to be if you're feeling lousy and you're allergic to flowers. And since this is the start of the new calendar year that means I've not met my insurance deductible, so I had to pay the full price. But since I didn't have the $75, I had to charge it.

As I crawled back to the car, I was wondering what would be next. A plague of frogs? Pestilence? Boils? Hail from an empty sky?

Around 1:30, I had lunch. Slouched back to work. Dragged myself through the afternoon. And at last got to come home.

At least, Buffy and Angel were interesting. Best line was when Angel was facing another vampire and he tells Cordy to get a steak. With her customary acumen, she says, "But it's eight o'clock in the morning!"

One last comment. Actually, I'd already posted when I thought of this. Has anyone else noticed the amount of bondage that takes place with Angel? Seems like he has been in some such situation about a dozen times. Tonight he was spread-eagled on the bed - to make certain he was not killing people in his dreams. Now if we can just get more bondage in The Beastmaster.

PAX!