I have finally had it with the government trying to protect drug addicts from ODing, or whatever the fuck they are doing. Those of us who actually need the drugs and who have scripts for them, have to jump thru so many hoops that the result is frequently - we don’t get the drugs.
I take two class 3 drugs, which these days means that I have to get a actual written script every month (no phone in, no fax in and certainly no mail order), walk it in, stand in line, wait while they fill it, stand in line again to pay and then walk out. Which is fucking ridiculous for someone who is in pain 24/7, but whatever. But then there was today - I forgot my handicapped parking placard so I had to park a ways away. OK, my fault. I get in, I stand in line, I get up there and oh gosh, we changed the rules two weeks ago, you have to have your ID too! No, I can’t bring it in when I pick them up.
You assholes spam me twice a week, but you couldn’t send me an email about this? What the holy fuck?? OK, OK, it isn’t her fault, I go back out to the van, get the ID, come back in, stand in line even longer and find out …
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They are out of Vicodin. You couldn’t fucking look that up before sending me out to get my ID, which is now worthless? You know DAMN well that your stock of those sorts of drugs is always chancy, due to yet another government regulation, but yeah, send me outside and then back to stand in line while you dick around and then tell me that the PAIN MEDICATION I CLEARLY NEED won’t be in until Monday.
So I came home and started drinking. I might have enough to make it to Monday, but when I’m home, I can just be wasted. Way to go government officials.