Loser, redux

Today was kind of an adventuresome day, when it came to getting my meds.

Yesterday, as I said, my doctor’s office had told me that they would write me a new prescription, and I could pick it up this morning. My doctor has also wanted me to get some bloodwork done since oh, forever, so I figured that since I had to take the day off anyway (barfy and dizzy does not a good educator make) I might as well get that over with, too. Back at the beginning of the month when she had called to let me know about the bloodwork that needed doing, she said she’d leave the order sheet or whatever it’s called in my file, and I could pick it up from her receptionist when it was convenient for me and take it to the lab. So, I fasted (oh you must know that fasting is HARD for me!) and bright and early this morning off I headed to my doctor’s office.

Before I continue I have to say that my GP is a wonderful, wonderful doctor, who knows what she’s doing and is great with basically everyone she sees. She’s been my doctor since I was five. BUT, she’s seriously overworked (there is a major doctor shortage around here) and is juggling patients from 8 am to 6 pm, every day, so the following is pretty understandable, I think.

So. I moseyed over to the doctor’s office at about 9 this morning. I asked for my prescription and my bloodwork paperwork, and the receptionist told me that Dr. X was sick and had had to leave early yesterday, and wasn’t yet in today. She looked for the stuff for my bloodwork, and couldn’t find it. We concluded that that paperwork was probably at her other office (Dr. X goes out to the country one day a week because there are no doctors at all out there). Rose (the receptionist) told me she’d call me when my stuff was ready. I came home and became comatose in the bed.

Rose called me at about 4:00 to let me know that everything was ready for me, so off I trotted again to the office. When I got there, the receptionist handed me the paperwork for my bloodwork (of course by this time I was no longer fasting, and besides the lab closes at noon), and a prescription for… vitamins. No, that’s not a euphemism for Thank God Tom Cruise Isn’t In Charge Antidepressant Vitamins. She’d written me a prescription for pregnancy vitamins.

Great, except that I’m not pregnant.

Finally got that all cleared up, went to the drugstore, got my prescription filled (have I mentioned that now that Rob’s medical insurance has kicked in, combined with mine, prescriptions are free? Thank goodness for jobs… we now have super-affordable life insurance and prescription coverage), and finally I’m fully medicated and able to function.

Speaking of which. I am really, really happy to have my medication back. They have helped me immensely during some very tough times. At the same time, it freaks me the hell out that only three days off them has rendered me a nauseous, dizzy mess. Luckily for me, I am tapering off, and by the end of November will be (hopefully) finished with them. And if not, at least I’ll be on a much lower dosage.