Isn’t It Ironic?
Went to fill my prescription for “happy pills”.
Waited 45 minutes to be told that the pharmacy technician was talking with my insurance regarding the way my psychiatrist wrote out the prescription.
Threw me into moments of anxiety. What if I can’t get my next dose after already starting on the samples she gave me? What if they want me to go on the generic with more side effects? Why can’t they accept what she already prescribed, why do they need her to authorize it again tomorrow? What if? WHY?
Yeah, it figures. I ended up having a panic attack at the pharmacy at our preferred grocery store while waiting for my anti-anxiety prescription to be filled. I don’t know if I can step foot in there again.
(Oh wait! I need to go tomorrow to pick up my “happy pills” if my insurance allows them.)
Posted on June 29, 2009, in Anxiety, Doctors and dentists. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Something similar happened to me, wherein my psychiatrist wrote a prescription for a drug that didn’t exist. Frustrating. Oh, and I had to take the generic, which is metabolically different than the drug, and it sucked.
I hope it works out for you!