It's rainy and kinda dreary in the holler today. My eyes are all swollen from allergies, the office wreaks of dead rat and I'm getting a headache again, probably because I keep forgetting to take my blood pressure pill in the mornings.
Speaking of pills, medications and things of that nature...
I noticed the other day that I was getting low on batshitcrazy pills. I ran out of them once. We don't want that to happen again. I went online to the Wallyworld pharmacy to order a refill to pick up after work, but then got the bright idea to sign up for home delivery.
Obviously, 45 years of clusterfucked bright ideas haven't taught me a damned thing.
So I signed up, which seemed painless enough and thought all was well. I had enough pills to last about a week and they offered free shipping for 7 day delivery. But then? I got an email saying there was a problem processing my refill and that I needed to call their toll free number.
I called the toll free number, went through the
Way to go on the customer service there Wallyworld.
Needless to say, I was a tad bit miffed. I replied to the email, which clearly stated that I needed to call instead, but that wasn't working out for me, and explained that I had TRIED to call but had been disconnected.
The next day I got a reply.
"I would be happy to check on this for you, please verify your date of birth and mailing address so we may access your account."
Nice. I replied with the information. The next day I got this reply:
" What it is we have faxed your Dr for a 90 day supply and at this time we are just waiting on a response. Can you also call us at the number below so we may update your method of payment as well.
If I can assist in anything else please let me know."
So then? I called ANOTHER number and thankfully, was not hung up on, and asked the nice people at the Wallyworld home delivery pharmacy to please just cancel my order. I was now down to a couple of days worth of batshitcrazy pills and the stress they were causing me was just overriding any positive effect the medication was going to have any effin' way.
I was assured that the order was cancelled and I could order my refill right away, no problemo. I went back online (our local Wallyworld pharmacy's phone has been screwed up for weeks) to order my refill to pick up after work.
NO MORE REFILLS.
I called Wallyworld and by some supreme being's miraculous intervention, I got through to the pharmacy, who assured me they would contact my doctor for authorization.
I waited until the afternoon, then called back, confident that my worries were over, to make sure my prescription would be ready when I got there.
The pharmacy still had not heard from my doctor.
I swear I'm not making this up ya'll.
I called the doctor's office and left a message on the
Okay so maybe that wasn't the EXACT message.
The next day (I had taken my last pill the night before) I tried to play it cool. I called the pharmacy a time or two to find out if they'd heard anything. By now, I didn't even care if it got filled. I got off work at five, stopped at the post office to pick up the mail and guess what I found?
A PRESCRIPTION FOR A 90 DAY SUPPLY FROM THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE.
I shit you not people.
So great. I could just GO to Wallyworld and get the STUPID THING filled.
I stopped at home to let Ma know I was making a run to Big City and while I was there, I got a phone call. FROM THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE. Regarding my UNPLEASANT message on their answering service.
And oh my God. I APOLOGIZED.
Why? I DON'T KNOW.
Clearly I need my ass kicked.
Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.