New Affirmation: I Won’t Freak Out On My Pharmacist!

I’ve been writing for months about my spiritual journey and affirmations are a BIG part of the “New Amber”. This week the Universe tested me big time – encouraging me to come up with a new affirmation – I will not kill anyone at the pharmacy because it’s not their fault the system is broken. This story began when I attempted to call in a refill for my syringes and noticed the label had my previous endocrinologist. This minor detail made getting needles an 8 day journey.

I tried to keep a ++ attitude, but knew I had a long road ahead of me. I went down my checklist of how to handle the situation:

1. Contact pharmacy directly.
2. Have pharmacy fax (who really faxes these days?) my new endocrinologist and request refill.
3. Call endocrinologist. Request refill.
   1. I spoke with the nurse about 4 times.
4. Wait patiently for the text stating my prescription was ready to be picked up.

I went over the check list daily and contacted my pharmacy each morning to inquire. On day four, the pharmacy tech said they couldn’t sell me needles because I didn’t have a prescription. Blood pressure rises, but I keep my cool and 24 minutes later he tells me I should drive to Midwest City because in that county, you don’t need a prescription for needles. WTF? What kind of advice is that?

The glorious day arrives and I receive the text.

• X Pharmacy thanks you for your business. 1 RX ready $37.74. Open 9-9. For help text: HELP. To cancel text: STOP.

I battle the drive thru and the pharmacy tech shoves the package into the bin. I scrape it out only to realize IT’S THE WRONG NEEDLE! I take a deep breath and start silently chanting my affirmation. Not only is it the wrong needle, but “apparently” my doctor called in the wrong kind. The pharmacy would not swap them out because the prescription lists another size. I’m now back to square one. After 32 minutes of a somewhat heated discussion with a number of staff, they give me a 10 pack of needles (also wrong size) and send me on my way.

I have 31 years under my belt and it never seems to get any easier when these scenarios pop up. I cannot tell you how many times in my life I’ve said, “I have to have X drug/syringe to live, I cannot wait until Monday to fix the problem.”

I don’t want to say that misery loves company, but I’m willing to bet you have a similar story. I would LOVE to hear how you battled the pharmacy with no one getting hurt or curse words exchanged. Feel free to drop a comment below or share your story on our Facebook page.