Nickel-nursing weasels

    So yesterday's GI doc appointment took longer than it should, but it wasn't so bad. We had to wait more than an hour, but compared to four or five it was but a trifle. What Dad mainly wanted to talk about was a letter he'd gotten from the company administering the State Health Plan. The doctor had finally found a laxative that works for Dad. Of course it's very expensive so of course the company doesn't want to pay for it. So Dad asked the doctor to write them and the doctor did. He emailed a prescription for the expensive laxative to Dad's pharmacy and we went along. Naturally, when we got to the pharmacy they said that the State Health Plan had balked and that they had sent the doctor the paperwork to get him the medicine. Point is a) that it's kind of ridiculous to hunt and search and finally find a medicine that works only to get balked by nickel-nursing weasels; and b) we were pretty quickly no longer annoyed about the wait but instead united against said n-nws. It was kind of a fun day.
    In the reflection of the glass doors at the doctor's office, I thought I could see my brake lights, or rather I thought that I could see that they weren't working. I looked it up on the Internet (being John) and found that the likeliest cause of a brake light indicator going on was a blown fuse. So I went to Advance Auto Parts with the goal of getting a new fuse, but first the guy came out and looked. Brake lights work fine. Go figure. So now I follow Terry's suggestion and add brake fluid. Or check to make sure the CV joints haven't gotten up in there.