Last month I was feeling pretty good. My Oxycontin dose had been constant for 5 months. During my monthly check up, I told my doctor that I was feeling okay. He was happy to hear that and he told me to see him in two months. He gave me two sets of prescriptions, one for each of the following two months.
The next day I went to my usually pharmacy and filled my prescriptions with out any problems.
The problem started three weeks later when I dropped off my prescriptions for the next month. I thought that dropping them off a week early would allow more than enough time for them to be ordered and filled. I went in to the pharmacy a few days later and the pharmacist told me that he was unable to fill either of my narcotic pain medications as he was out and so was his supplier, but he would help me call around to other pharmacies to find one that could fill the prescriptions.
The pharmacists and I called countless pharmacies in the area before we found one with the correct does and quantity that I needed. My pharmacist (Tom) gave me specific instructions on what to tell the pharmacist at the other store and he told me to tell the pharmacist to call him if he had any questions.
The pharmacy that I was going to was 2 hours away in Memorial Day traffic. By the time I got there I was exhausted. I went the pharmacy counted and asked to speak with the pharmacist (Michael). I told him the situation and that my usually pharmacist (Tom) had just called him. He then told me that he did not have the medication.
One of the techs gave me the numbers of several other local pharmacies. I called the first and they did not have stock, but when I called the second they told me that they could not tell me over the phone if they had stock. This pharmacy was another 45 minutes away and I did not want to drive all that way if they could not fill the prescriptions.
I then asked Michael if he would call and ask them if they had the stock. He told me that he would not do that and gave me a nasty look.
Long story short, I called my usually pharmacist, Tom, and he called pharmacy number 3 to confirm they had the stock. They filled my prescriptions no problem.
My real frustration was how the pharmacist, Michael, treated me. I have a long medical history all of which was available to him on the computer, but he still treated me like a junkie. I know this is because I am young and look healthy. He cannot feel the pain, nausea, and fatigue that I feel every day. I know that he interacts with drug seekers every day, but I am not one of them
This has really motivated me to try to get off of narcotics. The last time that I tried I was in so much pain that I could not take it. This time I am thinking about a slow methadone taper.
I try not to care what other people think, but unfortunately I do. As silly as it sounds I care what some ass whole pharmacists thinks. I wish I didn’t…
I will keep you updated.
Jesus