Do your damn job! in Every day scata

  • Aug. 12, 2016, 10:26 a.m.
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So, the pharmacy that I used to work at changed hands. The owner decided to fire Loan and Thuey, the pharmacists. Now they only have one pharmacist and one tech working there. The owner offered me my old job back one time I was in there, and I tell ya, I’m tempted to go back so shit gets done. I called two days ago to have scripts refilled. I always say “this one has no refills and needs to be faxed” to let them know that I am fully aware of the refills on my meds. Well, it’s a good thing I fucking called those idjits because the two that needed to be faxed (I know, the drs should have e-scribe by now) Never. Got. Fucking. Faxed. The tech sounded completely clueless when I asked if they were faxed. I almost flipped a nut on her. So I called the Drs office and told them I needed refills, so they’re going to do their job and call them over.

Fucking idjits.

I really wanted to get my trip to town over and done with this morning. Never mind the fact that I really really need the tramadol because…

I managed to fuck up my SI joint when I went to get into bed the other night. How the hell do you screw up your back getting into bed?? It was feeling a whole lot better lately. Minimal pain. But one wrong move and I heard the POP, followed by the horrible pain. Now I can’t sit, or stand, or freakin’ walk more than ten minutes at a time. I’m right back at square one. It’s going to take weeks, if not months for the pain to ease up. I have to put myself back on weight restriction. No more than ten pounds, and no extreme bending either. Like when you bend and pick up a piece of whatever off the floor.

This is literally a pain in my ass.

Literally.

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The Drs. office just called back, and I am PISSED. They won’t refill my scripts until they see me. I won’t be surprised if I end up in the ER before Monday. I’m crying because of the pain already, so now I’m crying because I’m an emotional fool, too.
Fuck!


Last updated August 12, 2016


Sister August 12, 2016

A plague of locust on their homes for this foolishness.
Makes no sense at all.

Gilraent Sister ⋅ August 12, 2016

And the damn pharm still screwed up. They ran Pam's script wrong. While I was waiting, the owner came in and was really pushing me to work there again. He said that he's been bragging about me. I don't believe it, but I do feel a bit humbled that he wants me back so bad.

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