Fucking hell it will be a miracle if i get out of this place without catching yet another flu or worse H1N1. It would be just my goddamn luck to catch that shit. I wouldnt of come here today had i not needed to badly. My foot is so fucked i can barely walk so that most certainly needs looking at and hopefully the son of a bitch will know more then me about it. A long shot given how dumb he is but i have to take it. Christ how can a doctor be so fucking stupid 8) .
One good thing is that there is noone else sitting on this ledge at the top of the stairs so i am atleast 15 feet away from the bastards coughing and sneezing all over the place. The cunts don't even cover their mouth when they cough! Fuck it's no wonder i caught what i thought was the plague last time i was here. Also im pretty sure the only thing holding this whole building up is the termites and cockroaches. It looks like it hasent had a paint job since sometime in the 60's and sure as hell no work has been done on it in about that long either. But then again every building and house in this ghetto is like that.
My name is finally called and at this point im limping actually because it is damn sore. To my surprise he sees that it is a infection and not just chaffing against my sneaker. So he must have atleast basic medical training afterall which amazes me. He gives me a prescription for that which he says should help it. Fine and dandy there. Then i tell him im almost out of clonazepam and need enough to cover me until i can see my psychiatrist. He asks what dose im on and i say 6mg's a day which is true because i am prescribed 6mg's a day but only take that much or more if things are rough. I usually take 4mg's. It's been a rough month which is why im out about a week early![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
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The idiot surprises me when he says the maximum dose of clonazepam is 4mg's a day! WTF is wrong with this cunt i know that isint the limit and i say ive been on 6mg's a day for about 3 fucking years! He says he can only prescribe me 4mg's a day and that's it and i say if i only take 4mg's a day i will go into withdrawals which is bullshit but i only asked for about 4-5 days worth since i didnt want to admit i had ran out so early as he might call my shrink. So i say fine and grab my scripts and walk out of his office before my rage builds up and becomes a problem.
Im pure raging as im heading towards the pharmacy thats downstairs in this dump. My anger is building up until i i see the clonazepam prescription. I almost piss my pants with laughter. The guy has written me 4mg's of clonazepam a day alright but he has given me 30 2mg pills! So instead of getting 4 days worth of 6mg's a day which would be 12 2mg pills the cunt has gone ahead and given me 15 days worth of 4mg's a day! A fuckup on his part that goes in my favour is a very very rare occurance ( i think the last one happened back in 2007) so a few good deeds that i did for people lately must be paying off. Who says karma does not exist?
I go up to the pharmacy counter to drop off my script and i can barely keep the smile off my face. The girl behind the counter who no doubt knows me by name now looks sorta surprised when she doesent see a narcotics script there. I wouldnt blame her as i think this is the only time i have ever gotten a script or scripts filled here where there wasent atleast one opiate prescription there.
I go outside to have a smoke while i wait for my prescriptions to be filled. It is sunny out but the sun holds no warmth today and it is damn cold. I have only a leather jacket on but the 4 60mg MScontins i took make me pretty resistant to the cold. I can't stop smiling the whole damn time im smoking and im not even caring that my foot hurts like a bitch and my hands are going numb from the cold.
One good thing is that there is noone else sitting on this ledge at the top of the stairs so i am atleast 15 feet away from the bastards coughing and sneezing all over the place. The cunts don't even cover their mouth when they cough! Fuck it's no wonder i caught what i thought was the plague last time i was here. Also im pretty sure the only thing holding this whole building up is the termites and cockroaches. It looks like it hasent had a paint job since sometime in the 60's and sure as hell no work has been done on it in about that long either. But then again every building and house in this ghetto is like that.
My name is finally called and at this point im limping actually because it is damn sore. To my surprise he sees that it is a infection and not just chaffing against my sneaker. So he must have atleast basic medical training afterall which amazes me. He gives me a prescription for that which he says should help it. Fine and dandy there. Then i tell him im almost out of clonazepam and need enough to cover me until i can see my psychiatrist. He asks what dose im on and i say 6mg's a day which is true because i am prescribed 6mg's a day but only take that much or more if things are rough. I usually take 4mg's. It's been a rough month which is why im out about a week early
.The idiot surprises me when he says the maximum dose of clonazepam is 4mg's a day! WTF is wrong with this cunt i know that isint the limit and i say ive been on 6mg's a day for about 3 fucking years! He says he can only prescribe me 4mg's a day and that's it and i say if i only take 4mg's a day i will go into withdrawals which is bullshit but i only asked for about 4-5 days worth since i didnt want to admit i had ran out so early as he might call my shrink. So i say fine and grab my scripts and walk out of his office before my rage builds up and becomes a problem.
Im pure raging as im heading towards the pharmacy thats downstairs in this dump. My anger is building up until i i see the clonazepam prescription. I almost piss my pants with laughter. The guy has written me 4mg's of clonazepam a day alright but he has given me 30 2mg pills! So instead of getting 4 days worth of 6mg's a day which would be 12 2mg pills the cunt has gone ahead and given me 15 days worth of 4mg's a day! A fuckup on his part that goes in my favour is a very very rare occurance ( i think the last one happened back in 2007) so a few good deeds that i did for people lately must be paying off. Who says karma does not exist?
I go up to the pharmacy counter to drop off my script and i can barely keep the smile off my face. The girl behind the counter who no doubt knows me by name now looks sorta surprised when she doesent see a narcotics script there. I wouldnt blame her as i think this is the only time i have ever gotten a script or scripts filled here where there wasent atleast one opiate prescription there.
I go outside to have a smoke while i wait for my prescriptions to be filled. It is sunny out but the sun holds no warmth today and it is damn cold. I have only a leather jacket on but the 4 60mg MScontins i took make me pretty resistant to the cold. I can't stop smiling the whole damn time im smoking and im not even caring that my foot hurts like a bitch and my hands are going numb from the cold.
. Up until i started going there i had no idea there where so many people in the city on the done. Alot of them look like pure death warmed over and are sick as dogs. Probably because alot of them no doubt smoke crack with the stuff.
. Inconsiderate bastards!