You've got to be kidding me...
I couldn't get my birth control again because my doctor called in the wrong prescription again.
Actually, she didn't know what the fuck she was doing in the first place, because she didn't know which pills I'm supposed to be taking. When I informed the pharmacist why I wanted different pills he told me that the name-brand have exactly the same off-week and that my doctor has been prescribing me the WRONG THING since the beginning.
And, of course, the whole interchange was painfully long and unnecessary and went from "We can't give you those pills," to "Your insurance won't cover it," to "Oh, it's still the wrong prescription, you want Loestrin 24, not Loestrin FE. You should talk to your doctor." Not to mention that the first guy I talked to couldn't understand a word I was saying, and vice-versa.
"Your brhthd?"
"Um, what?"
"Your brthd?"
"What?"
"Your birthdate"
"Oh, 9/20/85"
"What?"
"nine, twenty, eighty-five"
"What?"
"September Twentieth, 1985"
"Okay" *puts in 9/28/85*
"No. Twentieth."
"What?
"Twentieth. TWO-OH. TWENTY"
"Oh, okay. Your phone number?"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In other news, this is pretty fucking hilarious. Unlike my life, which is ridiculous.
ETA: Also, this.
Actually, she didn't know what the fuck she was doing in the first place, because she didn't know which pills I'm supposed to be taking. When I informed the pharmacist why I wanted different pills he told me that the name-brand have exactly the same off-week and that my doctor has been prescribing me the WRONG THING since the beginning.
And, of course, the whole interchange was painfully long and unnecessary and went from "We can't give you those pills," to "Your insurance won't cover it," to "Oh, it's still the wrong prescription, you want Loestrin 24, not Loestrin FE. You should talk to your doctor." Not to mention that the first guy I talked to couldn't understand a word I was saying, and vice-versa.
"Your brhthd?"
"Um, what?"
"Your brthd?"
"What?"
"Your birthdate"
"Oh, 9/20/85"
"What?"
"nine, twenty, eighty-five"
"What?"
"September Twentieth, 1985"
"Okay" *puts in 9/28/85*
"No. Twentieth."
"What?
"Twentieth. TWO-OH. TWENTY"
"Oh, okay. Your phone number?"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In other news, this is pretty fucking hilarious. Unlike my life, which is ridiculous.
ETA: Also, this.