Since hitting perimenopause I realise that I have a mouse for a partner and I've turned into my Mum. I've gone from being the meek and mild to this raving f*cking loon that blows at authority. Oops.
But I am fuming right now. I've run out of my private prescription with Prof Studd. OH called up for my prescription (6 monthly) and told him that I need to pay another £250 for it. WTF. Excuse me? This is my 2nd prescription of a yearly thing which I last paid on the 19th February 2018 which means if I'm correct in my maths, I still have a prescription and a bloody month to go! My OH "erm... well... erm..." I'm screaming at the top of my voice "You can F**K THAT RIGHT OFF!! Thieving BARSTOOLS!!!! I STILL HAVE A MONTH TO GO!!!!!" So OH says, "I think we'll have to call back in a bit." Gutless sometimes the man. Why do they bloody do that men? All gobby when it's to do with them but when it's to do with us, oh no, says bugger all.
AARRGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry my sisters, I had to vent somewhere because in my head right now I'm bouncing my head off the concrete.
PS: No wonder my Mum used to fly off the handle so quickly if she put up with this shit.