The medication refills I requested on the 12th still haven’t arrived. I’ve been out of my Advair 500/50 (hint: the strongest they make) since Friday morning’s dose. It’s fun finding out the hard way which of my medications are the most important. If I skip or am too late on a dose of my theophylline, I get massive headaches. If I skip or miss a dose of Accolate, it’s not really noticeable, except it’s the pain-in-the-ass one with food limitations. But missing this Advair is extremely noticeable. I’ve been pretty much sitting all weekend, no physical exertion, and depending a lot on my Albuterol inhaler. All the VA pharmacist can tell me is it’s in the mail or I can drive into Phoenix to pick up another. Thanx, I’ll wait a couple more days.

So Ginnie decides to do her nails last night. Like I haven’t had this conversation with her before. Yes, I’m especially sensitive to nail polish remover, she must do this outside. “I only opened the bottle once, Mom, geeze. I can’t believe you can smell that!” complete with eye rolling. So how did I know IN MY ROOM with the DOOR CLOSED, that she’d even opened the bottle in her room with the door closed? Hmmm. I must be psychic, too.

Or maybe it gets into the ventilation?