Oh you would not BELIEVE the places I've been. I can't even tell you the whole story because honestly, you would think I'm making it up. But I'm not. And also? It makes my blood pressure go sky high and that throbbing vein on my forehead starts to protrude.
The upshot... I actually SHOULD have taken Cheer (mGuy) to the ER the other night. I mean, he's still alive and all, so no harm, no foul, I guess. But I brought him to the doctor who did not like how his chest sounded AT ALL. So she gave him a nebulizer treatment, which was quite a new thing for us. I know most people actually register for nebulizers when they are expecting their first babies these days, but we've never needed one before.
Have I mentioned that Cheer (mGuy) has a bionic sense of smell? And that he gags at the slightest whiff of a strong smell? Ok, because he does. He? Did not like the nebulizer.
Shout (Little One) was dying to be nebulized. And she was not happy about being at the doctor's office and not being center stage. It's like her home court, but she didn't have the advantage.
So the doctor sent us off with instructions to use an inhaler and some steroids for the next 10 days. And the nurse faxed off the prescriptions to the pharmacy. And by "faxed" I mean, "totally did not fax."
To make a long story short, it is now over 24 hours later and I have made 4 (or maybe 5?) trips to various pharmacies, several phone calls to the doctor's office, I've had 6 chocolate chip cookies and 3 glasses of wine. We STILL don't have the medicine we need, my kid is STILL wheezing and now? MY chest hurts. My stomach hurts. My head hurts. And I have to try YET ANOTHER pharmacy tomorrow after at least ONE MORE phone call to the doctor's office.
I think buying heroin is easier. And by the end of all this? I may NEED some heroin.
The upshot is this. Target Pharmacy... we are over. We're so over, we need a new word for over. (source? anyone?)
Pediatrician's office... you're on notice. Dr. Everything Will be Alright? I love you, man, but let's get everyone some training on the fax machine. And? The telephone. And how about a sick appointment before 4pm?
See? The ER would have been so much easier. (WHEN do you ever say THAT?)
3 comments:
that sounds so frustrating!
i was just talking about this kind of thing with my mom this weekend, and she told me this story. there was a week my dad was out of town, where one of the four of us got sick. my mom had to take at least 3 of us to the dr, including one baby, to be seen. and we all know the hassles that go along with that. she manages to get us there, get through the appointment, make it to the pharmacy, wait it out, and get back home all in one piece. only to discover they gave her the WRONG prescription. she went through the roof, called the pharmacist, told him his mistake, and when he casually said "oh just come back in and we'll change it", she told him he'd better have a prescription for demerol or something and explained her home situation. he actually apologized and drove the prescription over! granted, that was years ago, but if i'm ever in that situation, i'd totally try it out.
I don't have heroin (obviously - I'm never even smoked pot) but I do have some 2 year old percocet. Lemme know.
Seriously, we need to send copies of some of our recent posts to those doctors.
Glad everyone is still alive. Good luck with the heroin.
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