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So very angry right now
Not so much for me, but for my wife. Though, hell, I'm allowing a little for me to come into this.
About a year ago, we had a doctor both my wife and I saw at the local health center thing, and she was great. Other than some embarrassment at some of the more, er, male issues I've had and her being pretty, neither my wife nor I had any issues with her. She explained things perfectly, and was always willing to help with samples if we couldn't get the meds we needed from the pharmacy right away.
However, she left. Oh well, it happens.
The one that replaced her... is a goddamn nightmare. Right off the bat she took my off my mood stabilizers. Just said "no, you're not getting these anymore," and that was that. Turns out there was an actual reason behind this - a higher than normal liver functions. Of course, she didn't explain this to me until months after she'd taken me off them. Which was nice.
Then I got my diverticulitis (or osis? The one that's not as bad, anyway), and had a follow up after being in the ER after that.
"Oh," she said, "and as well as the Diverticula, you've got a fatty liver, which we've already talked about."
No, I said. We didn't. But right now I want you to focus on the really bad stomach cramping I'm getting.
"Keep taking the pills the ER gave you when it gets bad."
Are you going to give me a prescription?
"No."
Riiiight around that point I was done with her. 10 pills didn't last long that first week, and since then I've discovered that Alka-Seltzer actually works pretty well. Enough so I can function, and it means not having to go back. Something serious enough, I figured I would.
Only now, well, I've had the last damn straw.
My wife takes meds for acid reflux and bad stomach (omneprezole? I think?). She recently ran out, and the doc says "Sure, I'll re-do your prescription. You can have it sent to you as always." We use express scripts, cause, well, insurance allows. In the meantime, she should buy over the counter, which should work just fine.
Only she didn't do it in any amount of good time, so now my wife is completely out. And her stomach really starts to bug her in a way it hasn't since she started taking these meds. Constantly feeling sick, throwing up a few times, and having to leave work early. See, there's a big difference between 0.5 mgs and 20 mgs. Who knew?
Wife leaves work early one day, and called me. I told her to call the doctor, and get a sample or a weeks prescription we could fill at the CVS while we waited for the other to be delivered, so that she could, at least, stop being in pain and feeling sick.
So I leave work, do my 45 minute drive, get to the CVS, figuring, hey, more than enough time to call it in? Nope, no prescription. I call my wife, tell her to call the doctors office back, and find out what the hell is going on. The doc is already on thin ground.
"Oh," the office says. "She looked at it and put it back down. Said she'd sign it closer to closing time and call it in."
Oh, sure. Your patient called in, asks for enough to get through as you took your sweet ass time filing in the first prescription, so you'll take your time filing in the second one too?
So, I went home, took care of the wife as best I could, and went out after the office had closed to get the meds. Sure, they were here now, but there was a good 4 hours of suffering my wife went through (mostly sleeping, but still) because this doctor couldn't be bothered to sign something she knew was coming through.
So, needless to say, the wife and I are done with this one. Next time either one of us needs an appointment, I'm doing the calling. And I'm going to explain, nicely, as it won't be their fault, to the receptionist that there's no way in hell we're seeing the doc we were assigned as she is colossally incompetent.
Cause honestly, it's either that or I string her up by her damn stethoscope in the office, and I wouldn't do well in prison.
About a year ago, we had a doctor both my wife and I saw at the local health center thing, and she was great. Other than some embarrassment at some of the more, er, male issues I've had and her being pretty, neither my wife nor I had any issues with her. She explained things perfectly, and was always willing to help with samples if we couldn't get the meds we needed from the pharmacy right away.
However, she left. Oh well, it happens.
The one that replaced her... is a goddamn nightmare. Right off the bat she took my off my mood stabilizers. Just said "no, you're not getting these anymore," and that was that. Turns out there was an actual reason behind this - a higher than normal liver functions. Of course, she didn't explain this to me until months after she'd taken me off them. Which was nice.
Then I got my diverticulitis (or osis? The one that's not as bad, anyway), and had a follow up after being in the ER after that.
"Oh," she said, "and as well as the Diverticula, you've got a fatty liver, which we've already talked about."
No, I said. We didn't. But right now I want you to focus on the really bad stomach cramping I'm getting.
"Keep taking the pills the ER gave you when it gets bad."
Are you going to give me a prescription?
"No."
Riiiight around that point I was done with her. 10 pills didn't last long that first week, and since then I've discovered that Alka-Seltzer actually works pretty well. Enough so I can function, and it means not having to go back. Something serious enough, I figured I would.
Only now, well, I've had the last damn straw.
My wife takes meds for acid reflux and bad stomach (omneprezole? I think?). She recently ran out, and the doc says "Sure, I'll re-do your prescription. You can have it sent to you as always." We use express scripts, cause, well, insurance allows. In the meantime, she should buy over the counter, which should work just fine.
Only she didn't do it in any amount of good time, so now my wife is completely out. And her stomach really starts to bug her in a way it hasn't since she started taking these meds. Constantly feeling sick, throwing up a few times, and having to leave work early. See, there's a big difference between 0.5 mgs and 20 mgs. Who knew?
Wife leaves work early one day, and called me. I told her to call the doctor, and get a sample or a weeks prescription we could fill at the CVS while we waited for the other to be delivered, so that she could, at least, stop being in pain and feeling sick.
So I leave work, do my 45 minute drive, get to the CVS, figuring, hey, more than enough time to call it in? Nope, no prescription. I call my wife, tell her to call the doctors office back, and find out what the hell is going on. The doc is already on thin ground.
"Oh," the office says. "She looked at it and put it back down. Said she'd sign it closer to closing time and call it in."
Oh, sure. Your patient called in, asks for enough to get through as you took your sweet ass time filing in the first prescription, so you'll take your time filing in the second one too?
So, I went home, took care of the wife as best I could, and went out after the office had closed to get the meds. Sure, they were here now, but there was a good 4 hours of suffering my wife went through (mostly sleeping, but still) because this doctor couldn't be bothered to sign something she knew was coming through.
So, needless to say, the wife and I are done with this one. Next time either one of us needs an appointment, I'm doing the calling. And I'm going to explain, nicely, as it won't be their fault, to the receptionist that there's no way in hell we're seeing the doc we were assigned as she is colossally incompetent.
Cause honestly, it's either that or I string her up by her damn stethoscope in the office, and I wouldn't do well in prison.
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