Hello dear reader(s)!
Guess what I did today?
No, besides that. No, guess again. Okay, really? Just stop.
Today I went to the doctor’s office and found out my counts are still doing good!
HOORAY for me!!!!
Okay, now for the story. I need two prescriptions that I regularly get but can’t just get refills, instead I have to get hand printed prescriptions and then take them down to the pharmacy, wait for the pharmacy to fill them, pay my co-pays on them, and I should be set. My doctor prints the prescriptions and I am on my way out the door. All seems just fine.
Driving through crappy traffic I end up getting to the pharmacy in what is still a relatively good mood. I go to the counter to drop off the prescriptions, and then the fun begins.
“We are out of _____ and won’t be getting any more until Tuesday.”
Um…what? Do you not realize that this is a medication that I probably need. And because of the ridiculous drug war and DEA targeting of prescriptions of all kinds, I couldn’t have just called a few days ago and had them send the prescription over, no, I had to wait until my appointment so I could get a prescription by hand, unless I wanted to make two trips this week. Besides, the insurance would not have let me fill the prescription that early anyway.
I was thinking of making them give me back the prescription, and taking it elsewhere, but it was on the same page as another one I thought they were going to fill.
So I am told Tuesday for the one medication, and 10-15 minutes later for the other. Okay, whatever. So I do a little shopping and go out to the Beastess when my stomach decides that I must go to the bathroom. Great. So I drive across the parking lot to a Jack in the Box and use their bathroom which was disgusting (as usual for public restrooms) and get a lemonade to let them know I don’t just use their bathroom. Okay…crisis averted.
I go back across the lot and walk into the store pharmacy and up to the counter. Ready to pick up. And that other prescription I was waiting on? Well, it turns out that my doctor apparently did not list the strength, so the pharmacy put in a call to verify it (I know it, but that isn’t good enough), and the doctor’s office is at lunch so they might not know until later. THEN they will run it through my insurance to see if they will cover it without authorization. I have regularly been on this medication, but never under this plan.
So, basically, I went there for nothing, used a Jack in the Box bathroom for nothing, wasted my time and energy in this 90-something degree bright-ass sunshine for nothing, and drove a bit out of my way only to have to do it again.
Health Insurance Company decision makers are the worst people ever.
Pharmacies that do not stock medications are the worst people ever. (I will be changing.)
The bastards who took insurance company money so as to prevent single-payer health in this country are the worst people ever.
And finally, cats are the worst people ever because it is obvious they are cats, and shouldn’t try pretending to be people.