<p>I don’t want to hijack this thread, but this sort of ties in with the “waiting forever for a callback” issue, albeit in a different context.</p>
<p>My pharmacy called my doctor’s office a week ago tomorrow to get authorization to refill my prescription for the anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication I take (cymbalta). In the past, in the 8 years I’ve been seeing this doctor, getting a refill authorization has never taken more than a day or two.</p>
<p>Despite three messages left by the pharmacy, and another one by me, during the week (all on voicemail in the “prescription refill” department, since it’s hard to get a live person to talk to at that clinic), they still haven’t gotten authorization. And I ran out on Thursday, so I’ve had to go without for three days. As some of you may know from experience, going off an anti-depressant cold turkey can be a very unpleasant experience. Which I told the pharmacy as I was begging them to give me a few to tide me over (which my old pharmacy in New Jersey was always willing to do), but they said sorry, ma’am, we can’t do it.</p>
<p>So I’m really pretty annoyed. I don’t know if it’s my doctor’s fault, or the fault of the people in charge of refills (it’s a large clinic, certainly the largest LGBT-oriented medical clinic in NYC and probably the largest East of the Mississsippi), but this shouldn’t happen. I’m seeing my doctor on Tuesday anyway (as if that isn’t enough to be concerned about, as I posted about in a different thread), but in the meantime I have not been a happy camper, and without the medication I’ve been really on edge all weekend, with that undefinable feeling of anxiety gnawing at me that I haven’t missed – at all – since the days when it was always there and thought that was what life had to be like. Plus some really unpleasant physical sensations (hard to describe, but they’re breathing/heartbeat related – it feels like my heart is beating too fast, and I can hear it inside my ears, and I’m slightly short of breath) that have to be withdrawal symptoms. Oy. And I have <em>not</em> been able to get any of the work I brought home this weekend done, either.</p>
<p>It could be worse; the last time something like this happened, months ago – I simply forgot to refill it, and didn’t make the connection for a couple of days with how I was feeling – I had some really serious suicidal ideation until I finally put two and two together (nobody ever said I was smart) and got the refill. That doesn’t seem to be a problem this time, but it’s still both unfun and unpleasant. All because somebody couldn’t be bothered to call back with a refill authorization for a week.</p>
<p>I think I’m going to go take half a klonipin; maybe that’ll help a little.</p>
<p>I do dislike this sort of experience.</p>