Don't Make Me Go Pharmaceutical

This is what I deal with.  Every day.  With my stupid mail-order pharmacy.  They are bipolar. 

This morning: nurse Bridget calls in my prescription for Crinone.  She then calls me back to let me know it’s called in.

I call the pharmacy, they tell me that, even though it’s a rush, they can’t guarantee shipment before early next week at the latest, but I can pay $12.60 extra for overnight shipping if I want.  Even though that might not go out until Monday or Tuesday.  But I need it by Friday.  Tough luck, says the cranky rep, can’t promise you anything.  You’ll have it likely within a week.

That’s obviously not good enough, so I call the clinic and talk to nurse Chris.  Chris and I go over all of the options (they want you to stick with one kind of progesterone only, so switching it up is not a choice).  They don’t have enough samples to give me more than two.  So we decide that she will call Walgreens and see if they have it available.  They do.  So we decide I will finalize the order with Prescription Solutions and if I don’t have the stuff by Friday, she will call in two to Walgreens with refills, and I can refill, two at a time, until my box arrives.

So I call back Prescription Solutions.

Different rep.

She sees that it’s a rush order and says that she can get it shipped by tomorrow at the latest and will give me free overnight shipping.

What.

The.

Fuck. 

That sound you hear? It’s me. Pounding my head on my desk. Repeatedly.