Pfft. Same question I've been asking!

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That's very similar to the way I fry chicken breasts.

Now, I shall make you all angry/jealous with a quick description of my day:

1) Woke up. This was the worst part of the day.
2) Showered
3) Texted friend to make sure she was alive (it took her and two friends about 10 hours longer to make it to Montreal than it should have yesterday. Terrible day, I gathered.) She was. There was much rejoicing.
4) Ate lunch (warmed-up leftover hamburger)
5) Went swimming. Exercise-style. Yay endorphins.
6) Read a book in the sun. With sunscreen and sunglasses. I was cool, y'all. Totally cool.
7) Swam some more.
8) Read some more.
9) Went and visited a friend at her work - a bookstore. Drank an italian soda. Read some more.
10) Made date with friend for tonight, after midnight, to catch up. Left bookstore.
11) Ate pizza.
12) Now, I nap.

My life is SO HARD.

Also, Aimée, you are fabulous mother. I declare it so, as somebody who also had a fabulous mother. Em will declare it so, too, when she stops being quite so cute and is instead capable of forming full, coherent sentences on abstract subjects. Which is probably sometime next week at the rate she's growing.

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I'm pissed off.

Partly at myself, mostly at the pharmacy.

I screwed up because I thought I was out of refills for Lamictal and had 1 left on Seroquel. It would make sense, that way because I'm prescribed a bit more Seroquel to help me sleep and when I take the minimum dose I can make Seroquel last. Lamictal, not so much. It's once a day.

I go to the pharmacy to pick up the Seroquel and there's none. They try to tell me that I didn't get Lamictal in May. I know that's not right, but I don't have any records to back that up.

From now on I'm keeping every slip of paper the pharmacy gives me. So on Monday I have to call, explain to the doctor what happened, and ask them to give me samples of Seroquel to last until Aug 29, and can I pick them up after work?

But the pharmacy screwed up big time and the pharmacist all but in words called me a liar.

See, today Mom went to pick up a couple of her prescriptions. She gets them, pays for them, and looks through them and discovers --- she's got my Lamictal. And she tells the cashier "This isn't mine. It's my daughter's. But I'm going to keep it and give it to her." THe cashier says "okay." And Mom walks out with my prescription.

I tell this to the pharmacist. You gave my prescription to Mom and no one realized the mistake until after she paid. No no no, that didn't happen, that couldn't happen, they'd never do anything like that. Well, she ended up wtih my drugs. No, I'm told. I must have misunderstood and Mom picked it up for me.

"We can't tell who's the mother and who's the daughter, just by the names." That's the reason I'm given for the mix up -- IF There was a mix up, they are denying that.

I try to point out that they gave out my prescription to someone with the same last name. Thankfully it was Mom but it could have been anyone. And then they let her keep it.

So Mom's calling and giving them an earful about the mix up.

Someone could have taken my meds and I would have been screwed.

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So, they said that they didn't have a script for you but they'd already given your Rx to your mom too? There just aren't words for that. Well, not nice ones. Massive screw-up. Which would be less offensive if they copped to it.

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That does suck, askye.

I like the screwup at my pharmacy much better. (they gave me at least twice as many vicadin as the dentist prescribed.)

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Well, the Seroquel I legitmately was out of.

I should not have had another refill of Lamictal, I get them filled appx the same time.

Mom called the pharmacist and explained what happened. Pharmacist told Mom "I can't tell if that was you or your daughter."

Mom said: EXACTLY!! I could have been a stranger.

Mom tried to give the medication back and they just let her take it. She could have been anyone with the same last name.

So Mom talked to the store manager (who wasn't the head manager) and she was nice and horrified about the mistake and said at the very least the cashier who gave Mom my meds should have asked to verify my birthdate, etc. And that they'll pull the tape and find out who it was and that the Head Manager will be talking to the cashier and the pharamacist.

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(they gave me at least twice as many vicadin as the dentist prescribed.)

This is a much better screwup.

So Mom talked to the store manager (who wasn't the head manager) and she was nice and horrified about the mistake and said at the very least the cashier who gave Mom my meds should have asked to verify my birthdate, etc. And that they'll pull the tape and find out who it was and that the Head Manager will be talking to the cashier and the pharamacist.

I'm glad. The thing is, your mom didn't ask for your script. It was just next to hers I am guessing. It wasn't even a same last name thing, it was oops grabbed the wrong thing. That they let her take them after she brought it to their attention is criminal though. Or should be.

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I like the screw up Perkins got.

Whoa. I have no prescriptions. Well, I have some refills left on shit I'm not taking (BP meds, BCPs, pre-natals), but I have no prescriptions! Dude, this makes me so happy. I hate having to remember to take pills, and the last year has been pill central for me.

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I don't know what the difference is between prenatals and other vitamins. Is it something specifical to growing an (obviously adorable and lovable) little alien or just a supersized multi?

I loathe taking prescriptions but usually just the numbers vary. However, unlike Plei, the pill usually solves more health issues for me instead of creating them so it's just a ritual I am used to by now.

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That they let her take them after she brought it to their attention is criminal though. Or should be.

I'm betting it is.

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