Trying hard not to hurt somebody
My husband is a PITA. I love him, but he's still a PITA.
I have to catch myself up short from screaming at him and ripping him a new one...he hasn't been dealing with maintenance meds as long as I have. I've been taking prescription meds of one sort or another for the better part of 35 years. Hubby just started BP meds maybe a year or two ago, and I think he's still getting the hang of it. Nevertheless...
I do all my prescriptions online. That way I can get them in quarterly batches, and the price for the quarterly batch is the same as one month's supply at my local pharmacy. When our GP told hubby he needed to be on the BP meds, I explained that to hubby very carefully. He's a big boy, he should be able to take care of his own meds. Ha. For the next several months he got his meds filled, monthly, at the local Walgreens, because it was "too much trouble" for him to be bothered either mailing in the scripts himself, or to call the doc's office and have them fax the scripts in. So I insisted on going with him to his next doc's appt, I had the doc write the quarterly scripts right there while I watched him with my beady little eyes, then he handed the scripts to *me*, I put them in my purse, I mailed them. Worked fine, for a year.
Well, now we're at the point the scripts have to be refilled. I started reminding hubby about three months ago that he needed to tell our doc to fax the scripts to the mail order place. Maybe a month ago hubby tells me he (finally) took care of it. Come to find out, "taking care of it" meant driving to the doc's office and (sigh) picking up the written scripts (plural, or so I thought) in an unaddressed envelope, so I'd have to send them to the mail order place. And I'd have to do it by US mail; they don't accept faxes from patients, only from doctors.
So I open the envelope today. Lo and behold, there's only one script in there. There should be three. So I call the doc's office to get this straightened out. I get the operator. Office is closed. Doc's switchboard is closed. There's (allegedly) no way to leave a message.
Like I said at the beginning of this, I'm trying very hard to remain calm and not want to go out and hurt somebody. But this is just so aggravating. Grr.
Update: Apparently hubby and our doctor came to an agreement where hubby no longer takes two of the three meds the doc originally prescribed for him. And hubby didn't see fit to inform me of this fact until today. Since I'm the one responsible for taking care of *both* of our prescriptions (since he can't be bothered), I would have liked to know about that before this afternoon.
I have to catch myself up short from screaming at him and ripping him a new one...he hasn't been dealing with maintenance meds as long as I have. I've been taking prescription meds of one sort or another for the better part of 35 years. Hubby just started BP meds maybe a year or two ago, and I think he's still getting the hang of it. Nevertheless...
I do all my prescriptions online. That way I can get them in quarterly batches, and the price for the quarterly batch is the same as one month's supply at my local pharmacy. When our GP told hubby he needed to be on the BP meds, I explained that to hubby very carefully. He's a big boy, he should be able to take care of his own meds. Ha. For the next several months he got his meds filled, monthly, at the local Walgreens, because it was "too much trouble" for him to be bothered either mailing in the scripts himself, or to call the doc's office and have them fax the scripts in. So I insisted on going with him to his next doc's appt, I had the doc write the quarterly scripts right there while I watched him with my beady little eyes, then he handed the scripts to *me*, I put them in my purse, I mailed them. Worked fine, for a year.
Well, now we're at the point the scripts have to be refilled. I started reminding hubby about three months ago that he needed to tell our doc to fax the scripts to the mail order place. Maybe a month ago hubby tells me he (finally) took care of it. Come to find out, "taking care of it" meant driving to the doc's office and (sigh) picking up the written scripts (plural, or so I thought) in an unaddressed envelope, so I'd have to send them to the mail order place. And I'd have to do it by US mail; they don't accept faxes from patients, only from doctors.
So I open the envelope today. Lo and behold, there's only one script in there. There should be three. So I call the doc's office to get this straightened out. I get the operator. Office is closed. Doc's switchboard is closed. There's (allegedly) no way to leave a message.
Like I said at the beginning of this, I'm trying very hard to remain calm and not want to go out and hurt somebody. But this is just so aggravating. Grr.
Update: Apparently hubby and our doctor came to an agreement where hubby no longer takes two of the three meds the doc originally prescribed for him. And hubby didn't see fit to inform me of this fact until today. Since I'm the one responsible for taking care of *both* of our prescriptions (since he can't be bothered), I would have liked to know about that before this afternoon.