So, before many of us woke up this morning, the lead singer of Smashmouth (Smash Mouth?) passed away.
I have mixed feelings on all of this.
I have mixed opinions on the poor health of Smashmouth’s lead singer even though I grew up on his music (and, more specifically, this song). On one hand, I don’t want anyone to see this as some kind of opportunity to make fun of the lead singer for his alcoholism leading up to this, or blame him for his own death on down the line… even if that “on down the line” may only be a matter of days from now. But I’ve heard about the concerts he insisted happen during the worst part of COVID, the Nazi salutes that he’s actually given, and that was apparently just him getting started. Once all of this… stops being talked about, I will be thankful.
I don’t want to forget to post something here, so…

This happened to come up on my TimeHop this morning and lesson learned, TimeHop. Lesson learned.
Remember the whole heart problems thing again?
I put in a refill request for the medication that my primary care physician put me on late last week, it’s… this week now, I have none of it left and am resuming being symptomatic. In spite of that, I’ve still managed to hear a whole lot of nothing back from my doctor’s office. I’ll be contacting them over this next week unless things necessitate sooner care than that again. I would have thought that, at the very least, a refill or two would have been put on this medication… but no. No, it wasn’t. I was given a thirty-day supply of a medication that made me cough uncontrollably and to the point of vocal dysfunction for the first half of that, and by the time it actually began to help, I had none left and my doctor hadn’t responded to the refill request.
This song and dance is going to be fun (and what I mean by that is not fun) if I have to keep repeating it.