Reader note: I’ve started using my name, ‘s.e. smith,’ rather than my pseudonym, ‘meloukhia’ to identify myself on FWD. I apologise in advance if that causes any confusion!
Readers may recall that way back in October, I wrote a post about the prolonged and irritating interaction I have every time I pick up my birth control prescription in ‘So, There’s This Conversation With My Pharmacist…‘ in which the pharmacist doesn’t refill the prescription properly, hassles me about how I am paying for it, and eats about 40 minutes of my time as I try to get it straightened out and fight to control the considerable rage which bubbles up inside me. Curiously enough this is the only prescription which I’ve ever encountered these kinds of problems with, except that the times, they appear to be changing! So I thought I would write an update about my most recent adventure at the pharmacy.
It goes like this: I navigated the byzantine phone system to call in my refill1 and I cruised into the pharmacy the next day to pick it up. The pharmacist who helped me was, I believe, new, because I’ve never seen her before.
I told her I was there to pick up my prescription and she went to the back to get it and lo and behold, it was the right size package. Aha, I thought, my pharmacy luck is changing! And when she rang it up, she said ‘how would you like to pay for this,’ and I said ‘in cash,’ and she said ‘just so you know, the cost of this medication has increased a bit since the last time you filled this prescription2‘ and then she gave me the total and I gave her my money and she handed me the prescription and I signed for it and then I left.
This is how that pharmacy interaction should have been going all along. It’s what happens every single time I pick up any other prescription, after all, including very costly and potentially dangerous prescriptions. I don’t know why getting this prescription was such a hassle before, although I strongly suspect that it had something to do with the fact that I was picking up birth control and birth control is, of course, evil. I don’t know if they have changed their protocol for how this medication is handled, or if I just lucked out and a new person happened to get my refill order and thought ‘oh, this person is requesting a three month refill, I should probably prepare a three month pack,’ or what the deal was, but it made me deliriously happy.
The best part was that I had budgeted all this energy for dealing with the pharmacy rigamarole, and instead I was in and out in three minutes, and had surplus energy with which to do much more fun and exciting things.
Of course, now that I have written this, I bet that the next time I go in will be rife with problems, because that is how the world seems to work.
How about you, gentle readers? Have you had any experiences lately which defied expectations?