So. It's been about a month since we last saw Miss Switch, and she finally called us up yesterday. I pick up the phone, as I tend to do despite my survival instincts screaming against it, and cringe when she gives me her name. Pharmacy Manager actually looked at me funny because I full-body cringed upon hearing her name.
She wants one of her medications refilled; fine, whatever the fuck will get you out of my eardrums faster. She wants it filled as a ninety day supply instead of thirty because her doctor has decided that it won't kill her; again whatever shuts you up faster. We hang up, I got to poke through her profile a little and face palm.
Her doctor hadn't written the prescription as a ninety day supply. Meaning that even though it still had six refills left on it, we can only fill it for thirty day supplies by law. She came in before we could call her, but Pharmacy Manager, being a much nicer person than myself, called and left a message for her doctor asking that a new script be written for ninety days.
Well she gets there before the doctor called back.
And she threw a butt-hurt bitch-fit to end all.
"What do you mean, I can't fill it for ninety days?! I have six refills on it, don't I?!"
"Yes, ma'am, but because the doctor didn't give us permission to fill for ninety days, we can only dispense in thirty day supplies. That's the law."
"Well if I have six refills left on it, I should be able to get however much I want at one time!!!"
"That's not how that works, ma'am."
"FINE! Call me when the doctor calls back!"
Pharmacy Manager just looks at me and says, "She's a treat, isn't she? I kinda hope we get permission to fill it for ninety days. Not seeing her for three months would be nice."
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