Diary

Did You NOT Just Hear Me?

Fucking. Doctors.

I made an appointment with my doctor last week. Unfortunately, the soonest she can see me is in June. I will be moving at the end of May.

I need to get my prescription refilled. In order to do that, I need to see my doctor. However, due to the aforementioned “moving away” issue, I will be unable to do that. So I called today to see if I could get at least a three month extension on my medication to tie me over until I get settled in and find a doctor in my new state.

“Because I’m moving,” I explained. “I won’t be able to come in and see my doctor.”

They said, “Sure. We’ll call it in.”

I said, “Thank you! I appreciate it!”

I’m extremely fucking polite and respectful.

ONE HOUR LATER… I get a call back from my doctor’s office and the nurse leaves a message that says, “I’m sorry, we can’t fulfill your prescription because you have to come in and see us first.”

Me: “…”

DID YOU NOT JUST LISTEN TO ANYTHING I FUCKING SAID.

I got really close to losing my shit. But I did not. Because I am really fucking polite and respectful.

Instead, I took a deep breath and smiled when I called back. I explained the situation again and then added, “May I please change my appointment in June to a telehealth appointment in May?”

They paused. “Let me see what the doctor has available.

Lucky for me, this WORKED and I got my in-person appointment rescheduled to telehealth, which means I’ll be able to get my prescription refilled AND see my doctor without any health risks.

Now for the hard part. Finding a neurologist.

Author & Bi-Feminist-Killjoy. Occasionally has something interesting to say. The importance is debatable. Your mileage may vary. Books: "Icarus" and "A Bitter Spring"