Here comes a personal rant. So, if you don’t want to see it, keep scrolling.
First, a little back story, which goes back a few years, starting with yesterday.
Let me start by saying our health care system sucks. So bad, that it has been increasingly difficult to obtain medications. Even maintenance meds. Yesterday, we needed a script filled, only to find out that our ass backwards new insurance requires us to fill everything via mail order – if we want generic, and our 90 day supply.
Otherwise, if we fill at a retail pharmacy, the insurance doesn’t cover generic. EXSQUEEZE ME??? First of all, shipping costs. It doesn’t save money. Second of all, the extra employees needed to run those mail order pharmacies… I’m not educated in economics, but this just doesn’t make any sense to me at all. If you ask me, it’s our government at work, screwing the little people.
Anyway, above said script needs to be filled with the brand name. OK. No problem. That’ll be $200 please. No problem. We have that covered. Except it’s not in stock. Give me the script. I’ll call around. It’s too cold to run around in weather that makes my nipples fall off.
First and second phone call to local pharmacies: “Sorry, we don’t have it in stock”. Damn. Thanks. Next pharmacy.
Next phone call: In a less than civil tone of voice “We can’t give that information over the phone” … click. Well f*ck you too, bitch.
So what do I do? I get on a social media group to ask why this happened, and why I was treated so badly on the phone. Apparently, pharmacies are not supposed to give stock information about certain medications. It leaves them open to robbery. Well shit. I never thought of that. Why would I even think that way?
After living in the city for nearly eight years, I still think like a country girl. And, I tried to explain that to the ruthless women in the group when they commented in similar fashion as the bitch pharmacy phone cop/person.
Given how much I led a sheltered life until I was 25 (thanks, Mom and Dad, for being so over protective), I obviously still don’t know how the big bad world operates. Not being allowed to stay out past 11:00 and having the news shut off in my face has damaged me. Therefore, it continually shocks me when certain things happen, or when I’m told something outrageous, such as why I was treated like a criminal on the phone yesterday, or why there is police presence everywhere these days. Even in small grocery stores.
And finally, if I question something, don’t tell me I’m being overly dramatic. I think my question was valid, since I obviously don’t know every store policy, or every law.
And finally, I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I’m just about done with everyone’s shit.
Don’t give me shit about something valid. This will happen.
That said, I think I’m done with my rant. Now I can finish my coffee, and go binge on The Magicians so I can watch the new season on Wednesday.