Please don't do what I did. I let my medication get really low and there were no refills. While the doctor called in a new prescription to the pharmacy, it was not immediately filled. I actually had an additional day of meds left to see me through. Two days following the doctor's call, I called the pharmacy to ascertain whether my prescription was ready because I was completely out. I was informed by the pharmacy clerk that it would not be filled until I came in. Unfortunately, I was in no shape to go in and pick it up and it was already 11:00 p.m. [Pharmacy is open 24/7]. My equilibrium was off and I was having problems walking and had periodic head shocks. To top it off, I was escalating to the point of being combative. When I stressed these things to the pharmacy clerk, she acted if though my situation didn't matter. I asked for a supervisor and was told there wasn't one on duty at night. I then asked would it be possible to go ahead and fill the prescription as my husband would drive me in to pick it up. I wanted to avoid having to wait in the pharmacy having continuing problems. I felt out of control and didn't want to have to deal with security guards or possible police. I'm a private person so this would have added unnecessary embarassment for me.
And, asking my husband to go in for me wasn't an option because he was recovering from an illness. Yet, he would have driven me there. The attitude of the clerk was, "I really don't care and I'm not bending the rules."
The next day, after arriving at work, I was so sick that I had to leave. I made it the pharmacy and had to wait one hour in a crowded waiting room to receive my medication. I literally had to sit with a pen and a piece of paper and force myself to write down everything that I was feeling to get me through that time.
I am considering filing a complaint against the pharmacy. In the course of things, it's another lesson learned to never let your stuff run out.
And, asking my husband to go in for me wasn't an option because he was recovering from an illness. Yet, he would have driven me there. The attitude of the clerk was, "I really don't care and I'm not bending the rules."
The next day, after arriving at work, I was so sick that I had to leave. I made it the pharmacy and had to wait one hour in a crowded waiting room to receive my medication. I literally had to sit with a pen and a piece of paper and force myself to write down everything that I was feeling to get me through that time.
I am considering filing a complaint against the pharmacy. In the course of things, it's another lesson learned to never let your stuff run out.
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