I got a message from Sav-On pharmacy yesterday afternoon. The pharmacy assistant said I have a prescription waiting to be picked up. That sounded strange because I donâ€™t recall ordering any medications. Unless you count that disastrous attempt at refilling my vicodin (see â€œThe Chronic” post from May 28th, 2005)â€¦
No Way! Did Nurse Wretched finally come through with my vicodin request? Did she get my prescription approved by another doctor?
I didnâ€™t know, but I got to Sav-On as soon as I could. I felt a little anxious as I was handed the prescription bottle. When I read the word vicodin, I practically jumped in place. I could barely contain my joy!
In that bottle was the promise of living the next twenty days (mostly) pain free. If youâ€™ve ever lived with chronic pain, youâ€™d know that hope was an awesome gift. Priceless.
Now that Iâ€™ve calmed down a little, I canâ€™t help but wonder, did I overreact during my dealings with Nurse Wretched? Was she really as obnoxious and unfeeling as I thought?
After much reflection, I have to say no, yes and no. No, I didnâ€™t overact. Yes, she was obnoxious to cancel my prescription without consulting my physician. No, she is probably not unfeeling. She did pass on my request, even if it was with much attitude.
Now that I have my vicodin, I can ease off of the pot, at least for the next twenty days.
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