Quackery

[caddyman]

If I am not careful they will think that I am taking the piss here at work.

I have to leave relatively early again tonight. There is a seemingly never-ending saga developing about my repeat prescription and I really don’t feel like running out of meddies. I mean, I feel fine and all, but I do have problems with high blood pressure and all, and the last thing I need is for something to go boing because of that. Hence the meddies.

Now, our friendly neighbourhood Boots the Chemist (to give them their full title) operate a repeat prescription service. You simply leave the repeat request with them, remind them a week before you need new supplies and they will take it to the doctor and pick up the new prescription for you. You then pop in and they do the dispensing and all is well.

Except that I went in a week ago yesterday to ask for the repeat and was told that it would be a couple of days. So Friday, then – must be because of the bank holiday. On Friday I went in and was told that it had not come back – Tuesday, probably, on account of the bank holiday. I wasn’t too worried that made it up to a week and a day, and with the exception of one tablet I have a small supply to keep me going. Of course, going in yesterday to find that they had no record of picking up the prescription from the doctor’s did wonders for my morale. Come back Wednesday (today) I was told, after 11.30 am and all will be well. So that means that I have to leave early.

In the meantime they (Boots) have given me a huge bottle with three tiny little tablets in it to see me through. These three tablets will be deducted from the prescription when it arrives.

It may be that the doctor just would like me to pop in and say ‘howdy doody’ as I haven’t been since January. I don’t like wasting their time – they tell me my beep is too high and that I should lose some weight. I agree and pick up my prescription. My method is just more energy efficient and if the doctor reckons I should pop in, well they have my address, my email and three phone numbers to get me at.

Still, we’ll see I reckon.

Comments

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

I shouldn't worry about wasting their time - a check up isn't time wasting. It's bored people who hang about there all day with a million and one imginary ailments that waste doctors' time.

[agentinfinity.livejournal.com]

I've had my ventolin witheld pending a check-up. Very fucking annoying. I felt like a was being treated like a naughty kid, when all I did wrong was have a stupid incurable illness. Being patronised by an asthma nurse has done little to cure this state of affairs, and has in the past aggravated it.

You have my sympathy.

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

It is indeed a pain, as I have to get myself over to Reading for a check up for my medication. I'd much rather just be left to it.
On the other hand, imagine the comotion if someone were to become very ill (for instnce if some other factor changed that affected how their medication worked) because of not having regular check ups. That would be the doctor's fault.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they give me three months' supply at a time, which is jolly nice, then every nine months, they want to check my blood to see if I need to increase/decrease the dosage. That doesn't bother me. What does is that some bloody quack wants me to come in and discuss it, for which I have to spend money. The nurses don't like me, as I tell them I won't waste my time and money, so they should just tell the doctor to pass the new prescription (and usually there isn't one, there's no change) to the pharmacy on the premises, so I can pick up the pills.

Otherwise, I'd go in there...
"Well, Mr James, I've asked you to come in, because I must inform you that we're going to make no changes to your levothroid dosage."
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, there's been no appreciable change to your metabolism, your thyroid is still as dead as roadkill and I'm still a time-wasting wanker."
"So I see."
"That'll be fifteen dollars, please, Mr James."
"Bite me, you self-important pustule."

[cowjam.livejournal.com]

Hope you got them. My bet is boots pissing you around.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

They had the prescription this time, thanks. I suspect you may be right about Boots faffing around...

Buggers.