My pharmacy experience today.

Ok. This is what happened to me today. I went to my dr and got my script for 120 norco, 60 soma, and 30 Zantac. I drove to the pharmacy that I usually use. I can only find one who will fill it so I am very nice and patient. They said it would be ready at 3pm. I said ok. I'm almost out out of gas. I'm bent over and in a lot of pain from the car ride dr visit ect... She says we are short handed and this is the best they can do and offered to give it back. I said no no!! I will figure something out. At this time it is 1pm. So I go home. I drive slowly and turn the air down to save gas. I clean the kitchen and by this time it is 2:45pm. I drive up there and it is not quite ready. I wait for 10 min patiently and sit in one of their chairs as it is killing me to stand. They say it's ready. I say I hope it doesn't cost more than $30. She says oh wait they didn't put it on insurance and it will be a few min. I say ok. Then the lady in the back says my insurance was terminated. They won't cover it. I freak the heck out. I have a full blown panic attack but I'm really good at hiding them because I have had them for over 15 years. I ask for the a number to call them. They say it's on the back of my insurance card. Well my hubbie lost it Friday when I went to the medical center down town to have a Mylogram. And I tell her this and she says there is nothing she can do. So I have a IPhone and look up the contact info online. I connect to my insurance company and they give me my members I'd and group number and phone number to my perscriptions drug plan. I ask for a paper and pen they give it to me and and I sit down to talk to them on the phone. Then the lady in the back who said my insurance was terminate says; get this, I'm sorry it didn't go through and I didn't have time to redo it. It went through this time. I busted out in a hysterical cry. I'm sobbing with my head down. Then I get to the counter and she says the medications are $39.00. I'm like I don't have that. They are always $30. She starts to walk back to see what she can do and then says, oh I'm sorry it's really $29.51. I'm still crying. Then when she cashes me out she doesn't give me my $.49 change and says sorry we are messing with you a lot today aren't we. She gives me my change and I said thank you and got in my car and balled. This week has been the worst.

Yesterday Rent a center came and took my kids mattresses, my car is about to be repo. And my husband yelled at me for going to the dr to get meds. He did not pay for them. He gives me he'll for taking the pills and smoking cigs. He tells me to get a job. I can barely walk and I filled for disability in April. He keeps saying you ain't going to get it. You don't need meds. You need a job. I love him but I'm about ready to leave him. I don't need that crap.

 

Update; My hubbie is buying new beds on Friday and my car payments is being deffered. The pharmacy better not jack with me next month. There really isn't anything I can do but I will call and complain.

 

You might be able to find cheap or free beds/mattresses in like new condition by posting an ad in the 'wanted' section on craigslist.

 

This sounds like an absolute nightmare: whilst reading this, at every mistake they made, I gasped with shock and pictured you doubled over in pain, sobbing and unable to carry on, yet they're acting like absolute morons and don't seem to give one frying-cluck about what to do to help you. Why doesn't America take care of its own? You're a citizen, there are thousands like you (going by the amount of oxycodone and hydrocodone produced for pain-relief in the US every year) who can't live without their meds, but they can't work on them, either; they cost far too much and scraping together the cash involves pawning something or trading with friends or just somehow doing without something else.

It's absolutely ridiculous and I feel your pain! Well, bad choice of words 'cause I'm not entirely sure what you have, but I've had enough problems to require a revolving door at the bloody hospital I visit, and I know that if I'd been born in the US I'd be dead right now; I'd have died about 15 years ago, at least.

Goodness me.
Someone ought to start a charity fund to help pay for the scripts of certain people who simply cannot pay otherwise.
I don't know how this would work - anyone got any ideas?
This wouldn't be given out every month, but I expect you could simply explain your circumstances with proof and there'd be a bank-transfer..?
But that's more of a cheap, paper-thin blanket to cover the problem and let it grow more grotesque than a solution.

No, I don't want to drag politics into this, it's just so sad!

Your husband seems far too credulous and typically-unhelpful. I want to ask him if he'd be able to function perfectly after a swift, powerful kick to his plums! Were I in his position, I'd at least try to understand what you're going through and whether it's pain caused by an illness or an injury, or whether the pain is caused by withdrawal, and how best to reduce (if not remove entirely) the sensation of pain without doing further damage to your body. We've all got access to the internet, yeah?

Have you thought about maybe joining one of those programs that give you a free prescription of powerful narcotics, like buprenorphine, or does one have to pay an exorbitant fee simply to get on their list of "potential" candidates over there? I feel weak. I can't change the world. As a child, I genuinely thought that I'd grow up and be able to do something - whether good or evil, I'd be affecting millions of lives across the globe. But no. Life is just silly like that: it's all so simple as a child!

If you'd like to chat, please drop me a PM.
I'm very sorry for the length of this comment, but I tend to go off on tangents...
Still, all of the above just upsets me even though I don't know anything about you! :-(
Please do update us.
I'm not so much a chronic pain-sufferer in that I see a doctor because of it, but I've been ricochet'd about like a bullet in a Western so many times that it's taken its toll, heh!

 

This sounds like an absolute nightmare: whilst reading this, at every mistake they made, I gasped with shock and pictured you doubled over in pain, sobbing and unable to carry on, yet they're acting like absolute morons and don't seem to give one frying-cluck about what to do to help you. Why doesn't America take care of its own? You're a citizen, there are thousands like you (going by the amount of oxycodone and hydrocodone produced for pain-relief in the US every year) who can't live without their meds, but they can't work on them, either; they cost far too much and scraping together the cash involves pawning something or trading with friends or just somehow doing without something else.

It's absolutely ridiculous and I feel your pain! Well, bad choice of words 'cause I'm not entirely sure what you have, but I've had enough problems to require a revolving door at the bloody hospital I visit, and I know that if I'd been born in the US I'd be dead right now; I'd have died about 15 years ago, at least.

Goodness me.
Someone ought to start a charity fund to help pay for the scripts of certain people who simply cannot pay otherwise.
I don't know how this would work - anyone got any ideas?
This wouldn't be given out every month, but I expect you could simply explain your circumstances with proof and there'd be a bank-transfer..?
But that's more of a cheap, paper-thin blanket to cover the problem and let it grow more grotesque than a solution.

No, I don't want to drag politics into this, it's just so sad!

Your husband seems far too credulous and typically-unhelpful. I want to ask him if he'd be able to function perfectly after a swift, powerful kick to his plums! Were I in his position, I'd at least try to understand what you're going through and whether it's pain caused by an illness or an injury, or whether the pain is caused by withdrawal, and how best to reduce (if not remove entirely) the sensation of pain without doing further damage to your body. We've all got access to the internet, yeah?

Have you thought about maybe joining one of those programs that give you a free prescription of powerful narcotics, like buprenorphine, or does one have to pay an exorbitant fee simply to get on their list of "potential" candidates over there? I feel weak. I can't change the world. As a child, I genuinely thought that I'd grow up and be able to do something - whether good or evil, I'd be affecting millions of lives across the globe. But no. Life is just silly like that: it's all so simple as a child!

If you'd like to chat, please drop me a PM.
I'm very sorry for the length of this comment, but I tend to go off on tangents...
Still, all of the above just upsets me even though I don't know anything about you! :-(
Please do update us.
I'm not so much a chronic pain-sufferer in that I see a doctor because of it, but I've been ricochet'd about like a bullet in a Western so many times that it's taken its toll, heh!

Update!

That pharmacy closed down and all the customers were referred to another pharmacy. I found this out by a phone call. I called then and told them about my situation and everything. Guess what! I have prescription filled on insurance by a national wide chain now. No headache. No bad looks. It was awesome. Now I get to see a dr who doesn't treat me like a dope fien.