Just woke up. The cat was all comfy after dinner on my belly and I fell asleep. The dogs were out for three hours (although mind you, it's 67 degrees now and very mild). A co-worker gave me some ingredients for bread, so I just put them in the bread machine and will have bread shortly before midnight. Can't believe I just totally fell asleep! It was very steady at work today, between the number of appointments and the number of phone calls and messages. I worked really hard. I guess I was more tired than I thought I was.
On the way home I stopped at Kroger and got a sharps container. I was going to get some extra pen needles (I take seven injections per day. That means over the course of a month I use 210+ pen needles, and I have a prescription for a box of 100. Occasionally I get another box from Kroger to supplement what I get at my pharmacy.)
Except for today. Apparently, Kroger's policy is now that they will give you the third degree about having a prescription, make you sign a log, there must be a pharmacist on duty (there wasn't), etc., etc., to get a box of needles that, as far as I know, only work on insulin and related pens. As far as I know, no one has figured out how to prefill an insulin pen with heroin or similar illicit drugs, so the policy is kind of insane, and only punishes those of us who need it for actual, real, (and yes) prescribed medicine. This is why I don't normally use Kroger pharmacy for anything except a round of antibiotics--they make everything incredibly harder than it has to be and give me nowhere near the service of my small, independent pharmacy.
It's a stupid policy. Period. And while it was not the fault of the girl who was explaining it all, you could tell she was mindlessly quoting the rules and policy rather than actually engaging into the why of it. Sigh. I guess next time I go to my pharmacy I'll have to pick up an extra box. My prescriptions don't get run till the end of the month, though, so that means an extra trip across town, as I'll be out of them before then. Grrrr....
Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Showing posts with label Pharmacies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pharmacies. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
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Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Wow, I'm tired...
I left work at 1:10 pm today. It is now 6:45 pm. I am finally home. I have the crud. I have had two shots in my butt, had blood taken, had a chest x-ray, was prescribed numerous medications, and I am now the proud owner of a nebuliser. Unfortunately, the doctor's office forgot to send over the script for the liquid that goes in the nebuliser, so I can't use it tonight and will probably have to go to the pharmacy again tomorrow. But still, I should be on the mend and breathing better soon. Don't worry, lunch bunch, I was told I wasn't contagious. I had to go to two pharmacies because my normal one was out of the codeine syrup.
Official diagnoses: Asthma, Shortness of Breath, Acute Sinusitis, Acute Serous Otitis Media (Bilateral), and Cough. In other words, the crud. I had the two shots (an antibiotic and a steroid) and have been prescribed an antibiotic, a prednisone pack, the syrup for nighttime, an antihistamine/decongestant, albuterol (for both the nebuliser and rescue inhaler), and an expectorant. I have been referred to a pulmonologist as well. I have been running all over this town going to the nurse practitioner/doctor's office, the radiology department of the hospital, the respiratory care company, the two pharmacies, and back home. I pretty much crossed town and back, as the doctor/hospital was in the east and the pharmacy was in the west. The respiratory place was somewhere south of middle, and work is basically in the middle. So the only part of town I didn't go through was north.
I've never used a nebuliser before, so the lady showed me how. This one is a portable one that can be used at home or at work. It even had a chargeable battery and car adapter. I really wish I could use it tonight, as the whole crud thing is worse when I'm trying to sleep. But I should be able to tomorrow. Unfortunately the doctor's office had already closed when I found out it wasn't at the pharmacy, so I'll have to call them tomorrow.
So now I'm tired. And I'm a little peckish, but at the same time, don't want to eat, and I don't have much in the house, and what I have must be cooked, so I'm just not feeling like scrambling eggs or making macaroni and cheese or other pasta. Maybe later. I think I'll take start what medicine I'm supposed to and take a nap (not take the codeine quite yet, though).
Official diagnoses: Asthma, Shortness of Breath, Acute Sinusitis, Acute Serous Otitis Media (Bilateral), and Cough. In other words, the crud. I had the two shots (an antibiotic and a steroid) and have been prescribed an antibiotic, a prednisone pack, the syrup for nighttime, an antihistamine/decongestant, albuterol (for both the nebuliser and rescue inhaler), and an expectorant. I have been referred to a pulmonologist as well. I have been running all over this town going to the nurse practitioner/doctor's office, the radiology department of the hospital, the respiratory care company, the two pharmacies, and back home. I pretty much crossed town and back, as the doctor/hospital was in the east and the pharmacy was in the west. The respiratory place was somewhere south of middle, and work is basically in the middle. So the only part of town I didn't go through was north.
I've never used a nebuliser before, so the lady showed me how. This one is a portable one that can be used at home or at work. It even had a chargeable battery and car adapter. I really wish I could use it tonight, as the whole crud thing is worse when I'm trying to sleep. But I should be able to tomorrow. Unfortunately the doctor's office had already closed when I found out it wasn't at the pharmacy, so I'll have to call them tomorrow.
So now I'm tired. And I'm a little peckish, but at the same time, don't want to eat, and I don't have much in the house, and what I have must be cooked, so I'm just not feeling like scrambling eggs or making macaroni and cheese or other pasta. Maybe later. I think I'll take start what medicine I'm supposed to and take a nap (not take the codeine quite yet, though).
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Friday, August 21, 2015
I'm glad I went into the kitchen just now
I'd just gotten home, had taken the trash out (of course I didn't have time this morning), and had started the dishwasher. Remember those things I'd set to soak last night? They were in the right-hand sink, the one with the garbage disposal, because that's the only one I can truly seal. Which, of course, it was sealed, and then the dishwasher sent water that way and it was coming through the overflow thing on the top of the sink. I managed to unseal the sink (it takes a pair of pliers to get the plastic stopper out) and let it drain. I could have easily overflowed the sink and had water everywhere.
It's been that kind of day. I went to Rite-Aid on Richmond Road here in Lexington right after work today, running in to get two things--a night brace for my left hand, and a sharps container for home, since the last time I'd stopped by for one, they'd only had one in the store, and I use that at work. Now, in every pharmacy I've been to, including that one, the sharps containers are kept behind the pharmacy counter, so I got in line after selecting a brace (sadly, it does not match the other one, and it was the only one of its type, but I'll live), and then the lady in front of me asked about some over the counter medicine and the woman behind the counter came out to help her with that. There were two other people working, one running the drive through, and one answering the phone and presumably filling prescriptions, and at no point did either of them come to help me except finally, after about ten minutes, when the lady went off to look for something else and a guy grabbed the girl from the counter for help before she could return, finally, the older man who'd been filling prescriptions offered to help. I asked for a sharps container. He came out, went around the corner to a shelf I couldn't see, and pulled one off the shelf, then threw it onto the counter and went back to answering phones, not ringing me up at all. I took my stuff to the front of the store and waited again, behind about three people. The woman at the counter was nice, and it certainly wasn't her fault that her co-worker was totally rude, but when she asked if I wanted to use my wellness card, I told her no, that I wasn't sure I'd be coming back at all, and told her why. She apologised, of course, and I said, it's not your fault, I'm just really unhappy with the service at the pharmacy counter, and I left. I got to my car and was shaking so hard I started to cry. Now, as YKWIA has already pointed out, I did the passive Southern good girl thing. He would have made a scene, but he would have gotten results. I should have demanded service, and if not given, should have talked to the manager (or at the very least asked to talk to the manager after it was all over). But I didn't--I waited as patiently as possible and got trampled into the dirt. Isn't that how the line from Camelot goes--the meek inherit the dirt? Anyway, I won't draw a line in the sand and absolutely say I would never darken their door again, but I must say, I'm disinclined to go back. I'm glad the pharmacy I go to for my meds (but which doesn't have braces and doesn't always have sharps containers) is much friendlier. I suppose I'm spoiled by their service. I certainly would not consider switching my meds over to Rite Aid given the lack of service I experienced. No sense in giving them a fairly lucrative account, seeing as I take more medications than I can count on my fingers. I'll stick with my small, independent pharmacy, with great service and who, even on a bad day, go out of their way to help me. That pharmacy, by the way, is Corner Pharmacy on Alexandria Drive. They may be across town from me and they aren't open 24/7, but they're also not corporate drones.
It's been that kind of day. I went to Rite-Aid on Richmond Road here in Lexington right after work today, running in to get two things--a night brace for my left hand, and a sharps container for home, since the last time I'd stopped by for one, they'd only had one in the store, and I use that at work. Now, in every pharmacy I've been to, including that one, the sharps containers are kept behind the pharmacy counter, so I got in line after selecting a brace (sadly, it does not match the other one, and it was the only one of its type, but I'll live), and then the lady in front of me asked about some over the counter medicine and the woman behind the counter came out to help her with that. There were two other people working, one running the drive through, and one answering the phone and presumably filling prescriptions, and at no point did either of them come to help me except finally, after about ten minutes, when the lady went off to look for something else and a guy grabbed the girl from the counter for help before she could return, finally, the older man who'd been filling prescriptions offered to help. I asked for a sharps container. He came out, went around the corner to a shelf I couldn't see, and pulled one off the shelf, then threw it onto the counter and went back to answering phones, not ringing me up at all. I took my stuff to the front of the store and waited again, behind about three people. The woman at the counter was nice, and it certainly wasn't her fault that her co-worker was totally rude, but when she asked if I wanted to use my wellness card, I told her no, that I wasn't sure I'd be coming back at all, and told her why. She apologised, of course, and I said, it's not your fault, I'm just really unhappy with the service at the pharmacy counter, and I left. I got to my car and was shaking so hard I started to cry. Now, as YKWIA has already pointed out, I did the passive Southern good girl thing. He would have made a scene, but he would have gotten results. I should have demanded service, and if not given, should have talked to the manager (or at the very least asked to talk to the manager after it was all over). But I didn't--I waited as patiently as possible and got trampled into the dirt. Isn't that how the line from Camelot goes--the meek inherit the dirt? Anyway, I won't draw a line in the sand and absolutely say I would never darken their door again, but I must say, I'm disinclined to go back. I'm glad the pharmacy I go to for my meds (but which doesn't have braces and doesn't always have sharps containers) is much friendlier. I suppose I'm spoiled by their service. I certainly would not consider switching my meds over to Rite Aid given the lack of service I experienced. No sense in giving them a fairly lucrative account, seeing as I take more medications than I can count on my fingers. I'll stick with my small, independent pharmacy, with great service and who, even on a bad day, go out of their way to help me. That pharmacy, by the way, is Corner Pharmacy on Alexandria Drive. They may be across town from me and they aren't open 24/7, but they're also not corporate drones.
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