I sort of skimmed through Simon's arrest and overnight stay in jail, so should have a nice expansion for tomorrow. Give his impression of a night in jail. The food. The attitude of the guards. How little he sleeps.
I had already changed the job from the books being packed for transport to London and made it a domestic shipment to NYC, in the first couple chapters. So I just needed to update the Tanner section. That makes 5 chapters.
It works a lot better. Initially I'd had Simon blindsided by Olivier's expectation that he would pack them without mentioning it when they spoke. That made Simon seem weak and easily manipulated, when he is not.
So now he's doing it all, and will have it set to be picked up on Monday...or maybe he'll take the boxes to a UPS store to ship. He's got a small SUV and the books should fit into four boxes. Still a lot to do, but I've adjusted it all in the Tanner section.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and need to consult with the pharmacist about how much Ozempic will cost me. I can't get a clear answer from Atena except I need to pay 20% until my $2100 deductible is met. I'd signed up for Epic so they might cover some of that deductible, but I'm nervous it would be $550 a month for that stuff. Which I ain't gonna do.
I'm just beginning to get back on my feet, financially, and I don't like the idea of a weekly shot into my stomach, anyway. When I was four, a neighbor's dog bit me. Back then, the only way to test for rabies was kill the animal and check its brain, and the neighbor refused to tun her dogs over.
Since we lived outside San Antonio's city limits, at the time, they couldn't force her to. So I got the preventative rabies shots. Several of them. In my stomach. I still remember it. I thought I'd dome something wrong and was being punished. That's damned hard to shake.
Just the thought of repeating that makes me queasy.
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