Do you want to know what was super funny the other day? Well, maybe not THAT funny, but it was funny to me.
One of the prescriptions I have is for a steroid cream in case I have any eczema flare-ups. Of course I forgot to bring in the box when I went to the doctor, but I figured she’d know what it was called. So when I asked for a refill on the prescription for my eczema cream, she flipped through my chart, found what she was looking for, wrote something on the prescription pad, and off I toddled home. The next day on my lunch hour I dropped off the prescriptions, told them I didn’t need this, this, or this right away, but I did need the cream (my left arm has been hiving up like crazy lately), and that I’d be back at around 4 pm.
So, 4:00 rolled around. I arrived at the drugstore, asked for my prescription, and what would usually take about 10 seconds took a good five minutes. First the lady looked on the counter. Then she looked in the drawer. Then on the other counter. Then in another drawer. Asked me my name (again). Looked again. Asked my phone number. Looked again. Then she called over another lady, who repeated the process. And a third lady. Still nothing. I was beginning to wonder if these people actually worked there, or if they had just snatched up blue lab coats and ninja’d their way behind the counter.
Finally, one of them called over the actual pharmacist, who asked my name, tapped a couple of buttons on the computer, and said “Oh! Yes, Dr. (same last name as mine but we’re not related) prescribed a medication that no longer exists. We have a call in to her, but she hasn’t called back yet.” She offered to call as soon as my doctor had gotten back to them with a replacement prescription.
Now, before you go thinking that my doctor is a crazed buffoon – she isn’t. It’s just that she’s been my doctor since I was 5 years old. I’ve had a lot of health problems – ranging from asthma to eczema to alopecia to collapsing lungs to perforated eardrums- and a lot of surgeries, and my file is rather thick. So she flipped through and got to the first letter from a dermatologist that she could find, and re-prescribed what he’d prescribed to me, way back sometime in the 90s… It just turns out that they stopped making that particular steroid cream in 2001.
In other news: I bought the wrong apples today at the grocery store! They’re still good, honeycrisp are good apples, but they are not my beloved gala apples that I love. Oh well though. CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP.