Thursday evening, I stood by a three-way mirror as the seamstress pinned my gown. The beautiful blue dress made me feel like the Little Mermaid in a good way but it needed a little off the bottom. With the annual company ball only 2 days away, I was feeling pretty darn lucky to have scored such a great dress…that is until the semi-truck named influenza crept up as quiet as a hybrid and rolled me right over.
The sad part isn’t that a beautiful gown went to waste. No, no, no, I can always wear it next year. Instead of going to the ball tonight, I finally pulled myself from a feverish bed and took my ass to the doctor. After waiting for a million hours in the waiting room and then another 2 million in the examination room, the sweet doctor confirmed that I looked like horse crap and have the flu. She prescribed what was to be my salvation, Tamiflu , and told me to stay in bed for a few days.
The sad part isn’t that the doctor told me I looked like hell. No, no, no, that part was 100% true. You should have seen what I was wearing and God knows if I even brushed my teeth. The sad part was that when I pulled into the pharmacy drive through, they told me that they didn’t not have any prescriptions for me. They asked me to wait 20 minutes and come back.
That part was kinda sad because what the hell was a feverish, coughing, stuffy-headed girl not looking to spread her germs do for 20 minutes when she already felt like she was going to die right then and there? She (I) said screw it and went inside to stalk wait in the pharmacy lounge. And wait I did.
Twenty minutes later, I called the doctor’s office and got a recording saying that they were closed and to call back during normal business hours – Saturday 10am to 8pm. It was freaking 6pm and if I could smell, I’d bet the scent was a fine mist of conspiracy.
At that point, I lost it. Big, fat, baby tears welled up in my eyes and I had a meltdown right there in Walgreens. How could the doctor be so cruel? She just forgot about me and then disconnected the phones? Nothing made sense. Why? Why? Why?????? I should have just stayed in bed!
I waited for another 30 minutes but nothing ever came in from my doctor. Now, thanks to a heartless quack who just forgot about a suffering patient, I am outside the 48 hour window for the medication to even work. There. That’s the sad part.
Oh, the Injustice!
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Wow. I think you definitely have grounds to call and gripe the doctor out. You paid your copay (I assume). Maybe it wasn’t the doctor but one of their nurses. If this is the case, the doctor definitely needs to know. In your case, it’s an injustice. In another case, it could be deadly. The doctor’s office deserves to know.
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Well, you know *I* would be on that phone loud and clear tomorrow. That’s horrible.
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OOOOOHHHHH…That sucks with the power of a thousand burning suns.
I have been forgotten by doctors and it is horrible. Especially when you are suffering.
I would sneeze all over her car door handle.
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Oh no! That does suck. Big time. I agree with Loralee about sneezing on her car door handle…..but better yet. Go in to her office to explain what happened, and when she is out of the room, lick all of her pens. Feel better soon.
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Sorry you are sick and missed the party.
In defense of doctors (my Feller is one), most likely, she did her job and one of her office workers dropped the ball or there was some miscommunication between the office and the pharmacy.
And in defense of nurses (I am one), I can tell you we are only human and make mistakes but I hope no one was out to make you miserable.
Mistakes happen, sadly.
I always ask for a paper copy of my prescriptions if I can. If I am going to the drugstore, I can wait the extra few minutes. However, most times the Feller just calls in my stuff but having a paper scrip protects you from such as what happened.
Feel better soon and try not to lick too many door knobs or pens. You would probably just re-infect yourself. :-)
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That’s awful!! You poor thing!!!
That’s when you contact the doc on call and MAKE him get you the prescription…
Do you think they faxed it to CVS instead??
xo
LBC
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You poor thing! You should definitely pitch a fit. Or better yet, write a coldly-worded letter and ask for a refund of your co-pay. I hope you feel better soon.
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That is just wrong, wrong, wrong!!!
I hope you’re feeling a little better.
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Want me to come kick some ass for ya?
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Oh, man. I have no words. Or none that are appropriate for a family friendly site, anyway.
Feel better soon, you.
As for me, I’m thanking my HR manager with the power of a million thanks for arranging for the flu shots again this year.
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Oh that’s just horrible! Why don’t they give you a piece fo paper to take with you? Or is that just the way it works?!
Wrap up and watch daytime TV. I find that’s generally enough incentive to force the body to get better!
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I agree with mel. Go Lick all the pens! haha
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After the first 20 min I would have gone back to the Dr’s office!
OMG, that is awful!!!!
(P.S. you have a company BALL?!?! Sooo jealous.)
Hope you feel better soon!!
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When I saw this all go down on Twitter, I felt sooooo bad.
Your doctor is a bit of a jerk.
Yes it was the fever, but you will have to delete this post. Otherwise it looks like pre-meditation because of lack of medication.
Feel better sooner if not yesterday!
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Justifiable homicide.
Temporary insanity.
Yep. If I were on the jury, you’d be out by noon.
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You get to actually to see a doctor! Wow. After spending my 25 dollar copay I get to see some quack nurse practioner. They refuse to let me see the actual doctor. Then she tells me, yep, you are sick, stay in bed, drink fluids and take robotusion. And I waited several hours with really sick people in a waiting room and gave you my money for what? I have be missing a limb before I go to a doctor. Honestly. Hope you feel better soon!
I hope each day you are getting stronger and feeling better – you are the glue that keeps that family going! I suggest writing a note to the doctor to detail the days events and how frustrated you were at not being able to not only have the prescription filled but connect back to the doctor when the pharmacy couldn’t find it. Good advice about insisting a copy of the prescription – I’m going to do that in the future!
How horrid! *hug*
Hun, grab yourself some sudafed (or generic suduephedrine hydrochloride), some orange flavored airborne, a bottle of Grapefruit Seed Extract, and a bottle of homeopathic cold lozenges with zinc, & herbs (cold ease?). Everything but the sudafed can be taken with the meds the DR prescribed to make the nasty go away faster than it would otherwise.
Get better soon!
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Oh, how frustrating. That is a sucky doctor and sounds like a sucky day.
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Oh, that SUCKS. But I think I can top it.
My husband was allergic to his antibiotic for staph infection. His liver stopped working- a known severe side effect to the antibiotic. He called his dermatologist’s office THREE DIFFERENT TIMES to report his symptoms (Hello! High fever! Hello! Cloudy urine! Hello! Crazy itching!), and every time they blew it off and said it was normal. He ended up poisoning himself for eight days. He’s still not well, four months later.
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