I just got back from the pharmacy. I assumed my Qelbree was not ready because they had not sent a text message. It was not ready. the woman explained the prescription was locked pending doctor approval. I said my doctor had been calling all day yesterday and they don’t answer their phone. She did not bother to deny this. She just said ‘There is nothing I can do. Have a good night.’
I just left a message at my psychiatrist’s office. I gave my name, phone number and asked him to cancel any prescriptions with that pharmacy. I gave him the number of my new pharmacy. I will call when I wake up tomorrow. I’m not sure just when that will be, since my neurochemistry is so very screwed up that there is no way in hell I can work tomorrow.
An interesting thing happened while I was waiting in line at the pharmacy. The woman in front of me turned around and said “I need to get out of line for a minute. Do you mind holding my place?”
I said “Yes”. I was surprised when she turned and began to walk away. I raised my voice just enough to get her attention.
“No. No. No. You misunderstand. Yes, I do mind holding your place if you get out of line.”
She said nothingm but resumed her place and faced the pharmacy counter.
I was aware that she probably thought I was a jerk. As is generally the case, I don’t care what strangers think of me. Plus, my opinion of her was quite low. If you get out of line to shop in a nearby section, you lose your place. You are free to leave the line. You forfeit your position in line by doing so.
It’s about 5-6 inches long on each side. It’s obviously a steam engine of some sort (as the j fo plate says), But I can’t figure out what one that small could be used for.
The moderator deleted my post because I knew technically what it was, but asking for clarification on what one that size would be used for is apparently forbidden. So the moderator and I had a nice, long, profanity-laced email exchange.
And I’m still tortured about the practical use of this thing.
My educated guess on the steam engine- it is not intended to actually achieve any purpose. For a very long time, you could buy ‘model steam engines’ just like that from ads in comic books.You filled the tank with water, set fire to a ‘fuel pellet’ (the company sold more if you ran out) and watched the steam engine work.
None of us are immune. I wanted out of here yesterday so bad that I left my phone on my desk and my Walking-Talkie on my desk so that it was completely discharged this morning. I had to send 3 emails last night so no one would worry about why I wasn’t responding to texts or calls.
My SiL, who has endured my chastising, “phone, keys, wallet”, speech on a number of occasions, triumphantly replied, “Phone, keys, wallet!!”. I’m sure she was happy the rest of the evening. LOL
@DocCathode, was the crap pharmacy CVS? Part of my job is proposing med refills for patients’ PCPs and nine times out of ten whenever they have an issue with getting their prescriptions, CVS is involved. They suck mightily.
Now for my rant: My best friend and guy I’m renting from, Irish Storyteller, has a cheating whorebitch of a wife. She left him for some stringy-haired redneck in South Carolina. He’s (Irish Storyteller) is ready to divorce her ass, but he’s treading carefully so she won’t be able to screw him over as hard in the settlement. Pityme McVictim (the soon-to-be ex) is a sex, marijuana, and dopamine addict who refuses to ever accept responsibility for her actions. She is also (and this is funny) a practicing therapist. They had a couple’s counseling session last week where they agreed to a thirty day separation. Pityme skipped yesterday’s appointment so she could send bipolar texts to Irish Storyteller (she is legit diagnosed bipolar). I read those texts and warned IS that she’s displaying addict behavior. Apparently her scraggly-haired redneck is getting sick of her shit and she’s desperately trying to find a way to get her fixes.
I hate what she’s doing to my friend and I’m damn close to hating her too. Irish Storyteller is going out of town next weekend and I’m going to be holding down the fort. Thing is, next Friday I start chemo for breast cancer. One of the meds I’ll have to take for the symptoms is a steroid. I had to take steroids when I had ITP as a teenager. Steroids make me evil. I almost hope Pityme tries to show up because she has no idea how mean I can be when I’m sober. She won’t be anything like prepared for me on steroids.
The crap pharmacy was a Rite Aid. I used a Rite Aid at my last two apartments and only had one problem in over twenty years. This location has given me numerous small problems and several major ones just in the past few months. A big part of the problem is that they have never- literally not even once- answered their phone when I or my psychiatrist have called.
I called my psychiatrist’s office earlier today to see if my prescription had been sent to CVS. I was told it was my doctor’s day off. But that he would send the prescription in ‘soon’. I kept asking for a specific time frame. I eventually got ‘between fifteen minutes and an hour’.
I called again a few minutes ago. The receptionist ( I have posted about him being rude and incompetent before) was not listening to what a word I said and kept interrupting me. I kept trying to explain facts he was obviuously unaware of and repeating myself. He kept not listening and kept interruoting, My neurochemistry is not right, I am under an awful lot of stress and I need my pills before my psychiatrist’s office closes for the weekend.
I finally yelled “Stop fucking interrupting me! You keep interrupting me!” I immediately apologized, but said he was not listening to me and that he kept interrupting me. He just repeated that he had sent me an e-mail saying that my Qelbree had been approved. I refrained from saying “Great! How the fuck does that help me?” Instead I told him that I had gone to Rite Aid last night. They said the Qelbree still needed doctor approval. He repeated he had sent me an e-mail, as if that not only actually accomplished anything but solved the whole problem.
I repeated that I had switched to CVS and that I needed the prescription sent there.
The receptionist called me “a fucking piece of shit” and said to “never fucking call me again”.
I am trying to reach my beloved in the hopes I can physically get to the office (it’s in Exton) before 5.
It’s a cute gadget that, as you say, is basically a toy that has no practical use beyond demonstrating a physical principle. Personally I’d rather have a working model jet engine. I actually thought about buying one but it turns out that, just like their actual working big brothers as used on airliners, model jet engines are pretty expensive!
Doc, I haven’t commented on your posts because I have nothing useful to add, but be assured that I and I’m sure many others are following your trials and tribulations with a good deal of empathy.
What I want to say on this particular point is that any receptionist in any medical office who spoke to a patient like that should be fired on the spot. This person is clearly a barrier between you and your health care provider. Your psychiatrist sounds like a very reasonable physician and I would think you should make him aware that he has a big problem in his front office.
Incidentally, Google informs me that Qelbree is quite an expensive medication, which helps explain – but certainly doesn’t justify – the reluctance of your insurance to pay for it. You seem to be a victim of two different evils of the US health care system working in tandem – the unconstrained ripoff pricing of the pharma industry, and the intrinsic ripoff of the private health insurance industry. That you cannot immediately get a medication that works so well for you is just unconscionable. Best of luck and I hope you get it soon.
Thanks. I have, I hope most of you remember, posted several times before about how rude and incompetent the receptionist is. Various things that happened today that I have not posted about yet, move this to at least a regular size rant. I will be starting a new Pit thread. I will link to it here.
Tried to get my Meijers discount but my phone is too slow. 7.50 for 6 rolls of t.p.
I could have gotten 12 at Giant Eagle for the same price.
Now I must beg someone at church for 15 for my phone, due Monday.
