Why I Love My Pharmacy Even More

November 21, 2009 in ADD, Asperger's, Bipolar Disorder, Facts About Patient Anonymous, Health, Humour, Life is Stranger Than Fiction, Meds, Migraines, Patient Advocacy, Political, PTSD and Dissociative Disorders, Seizures, The Tummy Blues

I am so lucky.  I seriously am.  I really think they have gone above and beyond “Customer Service,” this time.

Because I am still not working, I am on a stoopid guvmunt plan where I need to pay out of pocket for my meds.  As you can imagine, this is rather painful when you are on a limited income.  Especially since I take so many “pressies” from Big Pharma in attempt to keep my head from falling off my shoulders.  That can also be rather painful and quite a feat, as well.  I suppose one (semi-)good thing is that because I take so many bloomin’ meds, and they are so bloomin’ expensive, I eventually…eventually…manage to get them for free.

However, it does take a while.  You see, some stoopid guvmunt drone, in the basement of a building somewhere, sits and pretends they know how to do arithmetic calculations.  The plan then, generously bestows upon me a “deductible.”  Once I surpass that? I’m home “free.”

Now, first my awesome pharmacy always spots me extra pills if/when I get “stoopid” myself, and forget to go for my refills until I am out. Or, they do this if they don’t have enough in stock.  I suspect that a lot of other pharmacies might do this also, but maybe not.  Some could be total meanies.

Today? Oh, my god! I desperately needed my Seroquel/Quetiapine (that of course, I never refilled until I was completely out of them.)  If I don’t have my Seroquel/Quetiapine, I will never sleep again for the rest of my natural born life.  Had I been “unnaturally” born, I wouldn’t be a chronic insomniac, or have any of my other redonculous, mental “issues.”

I went in with only a certain amount of cash on hand.  I really didn’t want to touch my bank account, because it was a significant amount of cash so…well, let’s use it for this specific purpose.  It was why I was hanging on to it.  It was the fee for my next “Head-Shoulder Management Course.”  Thus, some negotiations were required.

My Concerta/Extended Release Methylphenidate was also getting low, but I wasn’t out of it.  That could wait until later, but if we could squeeze that through the door, great.  Well, wouldn’t you know it? The doorway was just, that too narrow! *PA pinches thumb and forefinger really close together*

Guess what they did.  This time, they spotted me the money! They gave me meds without paying!!! Well, perhaps “on loan” is a better way of putting it.  I feel like a barfly that spends too much time in a pub, being a regular.  Although, I suppose it could be quite similar? With the number of times I’m running into the place, filling scripts for this and that…  I’m on a first name basis with the pharmacists, always yapping away about something!

So, I guess you can call me a “drugfly,” now?