Question of the day…
A few days ago I realized that I was at the end of my last bottle of insulin so I went to my to-do list on the fridge and wrote: “get more insulin.” The note stayed there for 3 days before I called my pharmacy and while I was on hold, waiting for the pharmacist to pull up my information, I had a bad feeling. I just knew when she came back on the phone that she was going to tell me my prescription was expired. Of course she did. “I’m sorry Ms. Mercer but your prescription is expired.” This was yesterday, December 22nd and my doctor was on vacation. I knew that because she lives in my neighborhood and I’d run by her house early that morning and saw that the cars were gone. Shit. I sighed. And then I went into my familiar routine where I beg the pharmacist to sell me one bottle from my allotted 3 and that as soon as I could get my hands on a new prescription, I would bring it in and pick up the remaining bottles. The pharmacist agreed, but I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t pleased.
As I rushed my kids into the car and hurried over to pick up the insulin before the pharmacy closed (of course it was almost closing time), I thought, what is the matter with me? Why can’t I be one of those people who is organized about their meds? But it’s Christmas so I shrugged off the self-blame, strode into the pharmacy and said thank you. Thank you for making an exception.
Maybe it’s time for a prescription refill app….