Friday, July 20, 2012

I Know How a Wishbone Feels

Hola pill-popping Americans! We have a special treat for you guy today! Jay’s mom is has agreed to guest post! How exciting is that? IKR?! Anyway, here’s the Jaymom talking about the trials and tribulations of being caught between the pharmacy and doctor’s office trying to get her prescription right and on time. It’s not as easy as it seems …

Jaymom here! I am convinced that the leading cause of sudden death among seniors is aggravation brought on by pharmacies and doctors and their nurses who call in refills.  Talk about your vast right wing conspiracies! They’re in it together, folks. We don’t stand a chance.

When I receive a prescription that is incorrect, the pharmacy and the doctor/nurse blame each other.  They are all very convincing, which makes me feel that I am in the middle, being pulled in both directions, just like a wishbone. I have four prescriptions, and this happens with each and every one each and every time.

Nowadays, and for the past, oh, year, every time I have to have a refill that needs the doctor’s approval. I break out in a cold sweat.  Should I call Walgreens and order the refill, being sure to request a 90-day supply, and reminding them how many pills that will be, so they can fax the request to the doctor’s office and wait the requisite 24 to 48 hours (or 5-6 days) for a reply?  Or, should I call the doctor’s office first, speak to the answering machine outlining the same information, and wait 24 to 48 hours (or 5-6 days) for the okeydokey?  It really doesn’t seem to matter. In either case, it won’t be correct, and I’ll have to start all over again.  Who to call about the correction?  Again, it doesn’t matter. The pharmacy will blame the doctor/nurse, or the doctor/nurse will blame the pharmacy.

It’s an all too familiar dance and I seem to be the only one without a partner, just like the good old days of Junior Cotillion, as I held up the wall and watched the other dancers swirl around me.  It didn’t feel good then, and it doesn’t feel good now.  Only, now, I’m old and my nerves aren’t as good.  And, I get cranky easily.

Someday, like the aforementioned wishbone, I’ll snap and I’ll end up without a pharmacy or a doctor. But, I’ll have a big old satisfied smile on my still, cold face.



Mike said...

There are secret doctor/pharmacy death panels everywhere. I've signed up to be on one. It should be a fun time!

Lisa said...

Nice post, Jaymom! I am quite familiar with this frustrating experience as I am in charge of my grandmother's 15 medications. Walgreens could try the patience of Mother Teresa, let alone we cranky folk.

I'm With Stupid said...

I am so exhausted...I am just giving up now, and will simply say, "Nice to know you, Jaymom."


Jo said...

Every time I hear about this I want to punch modern medicine in the throat...with a car.

I'd dance with you, Jaymom.

I'm With Stupid said...

Mike: I want on one of those death panels too.


I'm With Stupid said...

Lisa: Yes they can. It's also very hard to determine who is screwing up and who is lying.


I'm With Stupid said...

Matt-Man: Gotta stay vigilant at all times. These people have complete disregard for others' well being.


I'm With Stupid said...

Jo: How many seniors would have just gone ahead and taken the wrong prescription and not complained? Lots, I'm sure. Very scary.