I have a Target right near my house.
Normally, this is a source of joy and excitement, as well as a massive drain on my wallet. [Jo, seriously, can you plan a field trip to my house and we'll go and you can SEE the wonder that is Target and behold the RED CLEARANCE STICKERS?]
HOW. FUCKING. EVER.
The pharmacy is making me mental.
Every other employee is really nice. Seriously. Nice and always asking if they can help me and being super on top of stuff.
Except for these pharmacy assholes.
It's like I never learn. They are always screwing up.
Screwing up my copay.
Screwing up by saying I don't have insurance.
Screwing up by not having the meds to fill the perscription.
The problem is, I forget. I don't generally take many meds. Or any meds, actually [although I have been on Advair for a while, to keep me from getting bronchitis again. HAHAHAHA. That worked.]. Only when I get super sick do I end up with meds - like the horrors of bronchitis redux. Then I get a lot of prescriptions.
And then they fuck them up.
Like, for instance, TODAY [o.k., last night]. When I went to pick up a prescription that THEY CALLED AND TOLD ME WAS FILLED. And then I get there?
Oh, we don't have that listed on your prescriptions. It's not on here. Do you know who called you?
Yes. TARGET CALLED ME.
So now I'm livid, and I have to call my doctor's answering service and try to hunt down a doctor to maybe call in my prescription. To ANOTHER pharmacy.
Because I am so full of hate for Target right now I don't know what to do.
I mean, I really don't know what to do, because I refuse to shop at WalMart, and what else is there?
Also, I'm not really pleased with the on call doctor, because he was all, "Well, you know, I'll have to turn on the computer to get the prescription" Because that's just an impossible task "And you know, you should have picked this up earlier, when we could have seen you in the office or you could have called in."
You know what, Dr. Asshole? You're ON CALL. You know what that means? THAT MEANS YOU'RE WORKING. I'm not asking for a diagnosis, I'm asking for a re-send of my scrip, because somehow, someone else screwed up. Not me, SOMEONE ELSE. Just type in some words, find the scrip and call it in. Not that fucking hard. The two other times in history I've had to call the answering service, the doctors could NOT have been friendlier or more helpful. I hope this guy got blueballed and hemorrhoids for being such a fucking tool.
On the plus side? I'm taking a steroid to help with the breathing, and I kind of get why people would take this. I am getting stuff DONE.
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