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soc_puppet) wrote2013-08-28 10:56 pm
soc_puppet) wrote2013-08-28 10:56 pm
Meds Messup
There is something amiss with my prescriptions and therefore my ability to get my meds. This is not a good thing. I could manage okay while I still thought I just hadn't set up automatic refills and wasn't bothered to get myself to the pharmacy, but this is something else and ridiculous to boot. Here's the story:
[Content Note: Medical fuckery]
Once upon a time, some years ago, I decided to do the responsible thing and take my prescription slip in to the pharmacy the day I got it, rather than wait until it was absolutely necessary for me to take it in for refills. I thought I was doing the right thing, the smart thing. Unfortunately, the world disagreed with me, and the pharmacy lost the prescription slip. I floundered a bit and had to have them call my doctor to get a new 'scrip.
Fast forward a bit. Sometime in the last year. Having learned my lesson, when my doctor gives me my new scrip, I take it home and leave it somewhere I'll be able to find it the next time I need to bring one in.
Then my basement floods, and, my room being in the basement, everything gets horribly shuffled around while I move temporarily upstairs and attempt to keep my life in order. Things go fairly well, right up until my meds run out.
I go to the pharmacy to get a refill, but they tell me I'm out. I ask them to call in, as they have before, and they say they'll do so. They call me back later to tell me that my doctor said no.
That's fine, I decide. I have an appointment in a few days, I can just ask for a fresh scrip then. I go in to my appointment and ask my doctor for said scrip at the end, whereupon my doctor informs me that I should have enough refills to get me through the year. Given that the pharmacy has lost a scrip of mine in the past, I decide to trust my doctor on this. I go back to the pharmacy and ask for a refill. They tell me again that I'm out. I inform them that my doctor said I have plenty, and they say they'll call my doctor to verify.
A few days later, I get a call from the doctor's office telling me that the pharmacy had called them about getting me refills, and their (the doctor's office's) records show that I still have plenty of refills left. I explain that the pharmacy doesn't think so, and can I please have my medication?
Anyway, the office took my word for it and contacted the pharmacy to get things taken care of. I go to the pharmacy, pick up my meds, and all is right with the world - or so I think.
Then my meds run out again. About eight days ago, actually; I'm a little busy getting used to my new school schedule, and I do pretty well with the "knowledge" that I'll be able to get my pills pretty much as soon as I get get my butt back to the pharmacy. Today I finally managed to get there...
...Only to be informed that I have no refills on file. And that when they spoke with my doctor's office last time, the office specified no refills. And would I perhaps like three days' worth of pills to help tide me over?
HA HA HA, I most certainly WOULD like three days worth of pills! You know what I would like even more than that? AT LEAST A MONTH'S WORTH.
I'll probably be trying to organize my spoons to get to my doctor's office tomorrow afternoon to try and sort this mess out, or at the very least make sure my next appointment doesn't conflict with my school schedule, now that I know what it is. I... am not looking forward to it.
[Content Note: Medical fuckery]
Once upon a time, some years ago, I decided to do the responsible thing and take my prescription slip in to the pharmacy the day I got it, rather than wait until it was absolutely necessary for me to take it in for refills. I thought I was doing the right thing, the smart thing. Unfortunately, the world disagreed with me, and the pharmacy lost the prescription slip. I floundered a bit and had to have them call my doctor to get a new 'scrip.
Fast forward a bit. Sometime in the last year. Having learned my lesson, when my doctor gives me my new scrip, I take it home and leave it somewhere I'll be able to find it the next time I need to bring one in.
Then my basement floods, and, my room being in the basement, everything gets horribly shuffled around while I move temporarily upstairs and attempt to keep my life in order. Things go fairly well, right up until my meds run out.
I go to the pharmacy to get a refill, but they tell me I'm out. I ask them to call in, as they have before, and they say they'll do so. They call me back later to tell me that my doctor said no.
That's fine, I decide. I have an appointment in a few days, I can just ask for a fresh scrip then. I go in to my appointment and ask my doctor for said scrip at the end, whereupon my doctor informs me that I should have enough refills to get me through the year. Given that the pharmacy has lost a scrip of mine in the past, I decide to trust my doctor on this. I go back to the pharmacy and ask for a refill. They tell me again that I'm out. I inform them that my doctor said I have plenty, and they say they'll call my doctor to verify.
A few days later, I get a call from the doctor's office telling me that the pharmacy had called them about getting me refills, and their (the doctor's office's) records show that I still have plenty of refills left. I explain that the pharmacy doesn't think so, and can I please have my medication?
Anyway, the office took my word for it and contacted the pharmacy to get things taken care of. I go to the pharmacy, pick up my meds, and all is right with the world - or so I think.
Then my meds run out again. About eight days ago, actually; I'm a little busy getting used to my new school schedule, and I do pretty well with the "knowledge" that I'll be able to get my pills pretty much as soon as I get get my butt back to the pharmacy. Today I finally managed to get there...
...Only to be informed that I have no refills on file. And that when they spoke with my doctor's office last time, the office specified no refills. And would I perhaps like three days' worth of pills to help tide me over?
HA HA HA, I most certainly WOULD like three days worth of pills! You know what I would like even more than that? AT LEAST A MONTH'S WORTH.
I'll probably be trying to organize my spoons to get to my doctor's office tomorrow afternoon to try and sort this mess out, or at the very least make sure my next appointment doesn't conflict with my school schedule, now that I know what it is. I... am not looking forward to it.