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Never. Going. Back. To. That. Pharmacy. Again.
Remember my migraine meds? The ones that have to be made up by a compounding chemist? Remember how I put in my prescription on Tuesday, and was told they would most likely be ready Friday?
Friday comes, I call... gosh, no, they wouldn't have told me Friday, Friday is way too early. Saturday. Maybe. Probably Sunday. Almost definitely Sunday.
Saturday I have a migraine. No meds, so it hangs around most of the day.
Sunday, no phone call.
Monday comes, I call... oooh, sorry, no, not ready. They got the delivery of the last ingredient on Friday, though, so they'll be ready Tuesday. Probably.
Tuesday comes, I call... wow, they're making them right then. (You got the delivery on Friday. You are open on weekends. The fact that you told me Saturday and Sunday were possible dates for my drugs to be ready implies that the pharmacist works weekends. Then there was Monday! Why are you only making this sh!t now?!) They aren't ready to be picked up but should be that afternoon, they'll call.
I do not, in fact, ever get a phone call. These people are incapable of picking up the damn phone. My fiance and I are heading to Sydney for a funeral and he wants to pick me up immediately after work and head north - no time to detour by the pharmacy - so he leaves work early and goes to pick up my meds. (He's such a sweet boy.) They keep him waiting for forty-five minutes.
Ten minutes for someone to FIND them.
Fifteen minutes for him to check that it's correct. (It's one pill bottle with twenty capsules in it, FFS.)
Ten minutes waiting for the pharmacist, who is helping someone in the orthopedic shoe aisle. Apparently the pharmacist is the only person who can actually hand this stuff over. At this point my fiance loses his temper and tells one of the other workers that he knows the guy is busy, he does not care, get him, he wants to leave.
And finally ten minutes for the pharmacist to walk over and then carefully read my fiance the warnings that are PRINTED ON THE LABEL. *facepalm* Oh, that's a skilled job that obviously requires a degree.
It would have been faster for me to fax the prescription to Sydney and get it mailed, the way I used to. Silly me, thinking that a compounding chemist in the same city as me would do better. It would probably have been cheaper, too - I used to get 100 capsules for about $86, and this time I was charged over $60 for 20 capsules. Okay, fine, it's been a few years, prices have probably risen, but NO WAY am I going to believe that they've gone up that much! I'm going to call the chemist I used to use, and the other compounding chemist here, and find out what they would have charged me.
And then I'm going to write one doozy of a nastygram to The Chemist From Heck. I plan to go for "polite, yet scathing".
*snarl!*
Remember my migraine meds? The ones that have to be made up by a compounding chemist? Remember how I put in my prescription on Tuesday, and was told they would most likely be ready Friday?
Friday comes, I call... gosh, no, they wouldn't have told me Friday, Friday is way too early. Saturday. Maybe. Probably Sunday. Almost definitely Sunday.
Saturday I have a migraine. No meds, so it hangs around most of the day.
Sunday, no phone call.
Monday comes, I call... oooh, sorry, no, not ready. They got the delivery of the last ingredient on Friday, though, so they'll be ready Tuesday. Probably.
Tuesday comes, I call... wow, they're making them right then. (You got the delivery on Friday. You are open on weekends. The fact that you told me Saturday and Sunday were possible dates for my drugs to be ready implies that the pharmacist works weekends. Then there was Monday! Why are you only making this sh!t now?!) They aren't ready to be picked up but should be that afternoon, they'll call.
I do not, in fact, ever get a phone call. These people are incapable of picking up the damn phone. My fiance and I are heading to Sydney for a funeral and he wants to pick me up immediately after work and head north - no time to detour by the pharmacy - so he leaves work early and goes to pick up my meds. (He's such a sweet boy.) They keep him waiting for forty-five minutes.
Ten minutes for someone to FIND them.
Fifteen minutes for him to check that it's correct. (It's one pill bottle with twenty capsules in it, FFS.)
Ten minutes waiting for the pharmacist, who is helping someone in the orthopedic shoe aisle. Apparently the pharmacist is the only person who can actually hand this stuff over. At this point my fiance loses his temper and tells one of the other workers that he knows the guy is busy, he does not care, get him, he wants to leave.
And finally ten minutes for the pharmacist to walk over and then carefully read my fiance the warnings that are PRINTED ON THE LABEL. *facepalm* Oh, that's a skilled job that obviously requires a degree.
It would have been faster for me to fax the prescription to Sydney and get it mailed, the way I used to. Silly me, thinking that a compounding chemist in the same city as me would do better. It would probably have been cheaper, too - I used to get 100 capsules for about $86, and this time I was charged over $60 for 20 capsules. Okay, fine, it's been a few years, prices have probably risen, but NO WAY am I going to believe that they've gone up that much! I'm going to call the chemist I used to use, and the other compounding chemist here, and find out what they would have charged me.
And then I'm going to write one doozy of a nastygram to The Chemist From Heck. I plan to go for "polite, yet scathing".
*snarl!*
