kadi
11-03-2005, 07:29 PM
Went to pick up my usual refill of Elavil, only to discover when I got home, that they had given me pills full of bright pink dye. Since these irritate my bladder, I took them back. First the pharmacist told me they can no longer get them in white pills, then she started to refuse to refund & take the prescription back, which would cause me problems with my health insurance paying for the next set of hopefully-white pills, thinking I'd already filled the month's prescription.
The meltdown occurred when the pharmacy assistant told me it "wasn't their fault" they didn't have the medicine in stock, that they couldn't order it, that a pink-dye-free version no longer exists, that there is no namebrand option to avoid this problem, that I should just have the doctor prescribe me a new medicine, and to step out of line so they could help another customer. At this point I lost my temper & started screaming at them.
I probably wouldn't have had the total fit if I wasn't already having a big problem getting my instillation meds, catheters & syringes.
Sadly, though, I think they would have blown me off if I hadn't screamed at them in the pharmacy that this medicine is the only thing that stands between me & the IC, that without it, I cannot work, sleep, or do anything. That I'm taking this for daily pain management, not depression. It was really embarrassing to scream & cry like that in the middle of the store.
When I got home, I looked it up online on the manufacturer's website, looks like it does indeed still exist & called another pharmacy & the pharmacist there said he would get my script & try to order it.
I just got a phone call back from one pharmacy & the pharmacists have already talked to each other & they agreed both pharmacies would order it for me tonight, so that hopefully at least one of them would have it by Sat.
I've always loved the pharmacy staff & still do, but it made me incredibly sad to get the runaround & have to blow a complete headgasket before anyone would help me.
Sometimes I feel like a piece of garbage, that people just want to throw away.
The meltdown occurred when the pharmacy assistant told me it "wasn't their fault" they didn't have the medicine in stock, that they couldn't order it, that a pink-dye-free version no longer exists, that there is no namebrand option to avoid this problem, that I should just have the doctor prescribe me a new medicine, and to step out of line so they could help another customer. At this point I lost my temper & started screaming at them.
I probably wouldn't have had the total fit if I wasn't already having a big problem getting my instillation meds, catheters & syringes.
Sadly, though, I think they would have blown me off if I hadn't screamed at them in the pharmacy that this medicine is the only thing that stands between me & the IC, that without it, I cannot work, sleep, or do anything. That I'm taking this for daily pain management, not depression. It was really embarrassing to scream & cry like that in the middle of the store.
When I got home, I looked it up online on the manufacturer's website, looks like it does indeed still exist & called another pharmacy & the pharmacist there said he would get my script & try to order it.
I just got a phone call back from one pharmacy & the pharmacists have already talked to each other & they agreed both pharmacies would order it for me tonight, so that hopefully at least one of them would have it by Sat.
I've always loved the pharmacy staff & still do, but it made me incredibly sad to get the runaround & have to blow a complete headgasket before anyone would help me.
Sometimes I feel like a piece of garbage, that people just want to throw away.