When Alex was about 10 months old, I realized that I was suffering from Postpartum Depression and was promptly seen by my doctor and treated with some excellent mood enhancers (sadly not MDMA).

Every now and again, even knowing better like I do, I’ll get this bright idea that I need to go off of them for some reason so I do. The results are always predictably bad, save for when I was badgered into going off them at 8 weeks pregnant with Amelia. Then, for a good 20 odd weeks, I did remarkably well all things considering.

But, what goes up must come down and at 20 odd weeks pregnant, I realized that I Was Not Handling Life Well. Crying whenever a commercial came onto the television–even aquadoodles! which may be annoying but certainly not sob-worthy–wasn’t my standard MO and I made the executive decision to resume taking my Vitamin W.

So, one weekend while shopping at the hallowed halls of the beginning and end of my current social life (read: Target), I had The Daver pop over to the pharmacy to request the refill on my Vitamin W while I peed or something equally pregnant-like. No sooner had he walked away (as I walked up behind them), but I hear my name booming over the loudspeaker to “return to the pharmacy.”

Since I was already there, I popped my head up and addressed the no-nonsense looking pharmacist who appeared to be glaring at me.

“Hey, I’m Rebecca Harks, what’s up?” I started in.

“Didn’t you go OFF this medication?” She accused me, her voice dripping with…anger? Could that REALLY be anger? “Because it says in the system that you stopped taking it.”

I was momentarily shocked as this woman had immediately put me on the defense, not a common reaction I have to people talking to me. (IT IS NOT A COMMON REACTION, INTERNET!) (see, that’s a JOKE. Because I was being defensive about being defensive. God, I crack myself up. I should be a comedian.)

“Well,” I sort of sputtered, taken completely aback and somehow now on the verge of tears. “I did. But I need to go back onto it now.” I wondered why my fucking pharmacist was making me justify something that she personally had no reason to do so. She, as I knew, couldn’t write me a prescription, so what does it matter WHY I take ANYTHING?

Answer: it doesn’t.

“Well,” she angrily spat at me, “you ONLY have a script for 10 more pills. THEN you’ll need to call your DOCTOR.”

The tears were welling up as she accused me again and my throat became lumpy as I tried to swallow.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll call them on Monday. But in the meantime, I want my 10 pills.”

Internet, hand to heart here, the woman then rolled her eyes at me. No, really, she did. Daver even saw it, so you know I’m not being hysterical here.

While I’m aware that being on an anti-depressant while obviously pregnant isn’t perhaps the best thing on the planet, trust me, I struggled with being on it for that reason, it’s not the end of the world. My own mother was on Lithium while she was pregnant with moi and look at how well *I* turned out!

Okay, bad example.

I guess what I’m saying is this: if you have to be on something to help you make it through your life, that’s something that’s between you and your doctor, and God not you and the Target pharmacist. I wasn’t asking for Viagra, I wasn’t asking for meth, I just wanted my fucking anti-depressant. More than anything, I wanted NOT TO NEED IT.

But if I do need it, I’d prefer it without the side of Judgmental Bitch.

It should have come as no surprise to me that last week, when I called in a refill for my Ativan (with one clearly left according to the jaunty label) I attempted to do so through the computerized system. Immediately as I hung up, the phone rang. Guess who?

The natty haired Target pharmacist!

Immediately she launches into, “Did your doctor change your dosage?”

“Erm, no,” I sputtered, upset to begin with.

“Well, I can’t give you this. You can’t have it for another 2 weeks.” She stated flatly, but with an accusing tone to her voice. I must add that the first and only time I’ve needed this medication was after Amelia came home with a cyst on her fucking skull. And even then, I was so upset that I had Daver call my doctor and request this FOR me.

“Can I pay full price?” I asked, thinking it was an insurance thing. Money was not an object here. Sanity was.

“NO. You can’t have this for 2 more weeks.” There was no budging her. And now, of course, I’m in tears. While everything set me off into a crying jag last week, this was especially brutal.

She finally agreed to call my doctor to request a dosage change for me once I started hiccuping hysterically into the phone as I explained the situation with Amelia to her.

And while I don’t fault her for doing her job–shit, my dad is a pharmacist, I respect that stuff–it’s become clear that she has a bias against psychiatric medication. That’s what makes me so sad.

If she couldn’t practice empathy, at least she could have been less I’m all gonna judge you for needing medication YOU WEAK, SPINELESS BITCH, YOU.

*sighs*

Perhaps I should act REALLY crazy and go and take a poo on her car or something.

So tell me, wise Internets, has someone done something similar to you? Accused you in their voice and actions something that you didn’t deserve to be accused of?

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61 Responses to Crazy Like A Fox? Or Just Plain Crazy?

  • trish says:

    I think you handled that pretty well, all things considered. Because I don’t know if I could have said anything, let alone ask her to call my doctor, knowing how I can get. And I don’t know if I could have refrained from calling names. The older I get, the less I play well with others.

  • baseballmom says:

    I woulda jacked that bitch up. I think you should really go to the management about it. I also think it’s a little fuh-reaky that we both have Alex’s AND our dads are (were) both pharmacists.

  • Megan says:

    you should totally poo on her car. or in it for that matter. what a bitch and what a bad job to have with such judgments– i mean if you don’t feel good about people taking pills for whatever reason, don’t have a job where you dispense pills!

  • heather... says:

    the pharmacist techs always give me LOOKS when I bring Maddie with me to pick up my crazy pills. Like they’re looking to see if they should call child services or something. Bitches.

  • Kristine says:

    Well, as a pharmacist I can say she is within her right to question you, for both those issues. In fact, it really is part of her job. However, she was absolutely wrong to be such an asshat ! I don’t blame you for being upset and I’m so sorry someone in my profession acted so unprofessionally. If I was you I’d change to a different pharmacy.

  • Chibi Jeebs says:

    Good on her for doing her job in questioning the refills/dosage.

    HOWEVER. She had no business, right, or anything else to be such an unmitigated bitch about it (not once, but twice: I sense a shitty “bedside manner” as opposed to a bad day). Sure, maybe she had just finished up with her eleventeenth scammer of the day before you walked up, but that’s no reason to take it out on you.

    I have had something similar happen. Once I calmed down (because I’ve never experienced the pregnancy whore moans, I just get the angries and the yellies), I filed a complaint. I generally do this via a company’s website/email because I find it much easier to remain calm and rational when I have to take the time to think about what I want to write (as opposed to letting it spew forth from my lips).

  • Madame Yu See says:

    I know it’s convenient to get your prescriptions filled at Target while you’re doing your other shopping and God knows, I wouldn’t recommend that you go to Walmart, but I wouldn’t put up with this pharmacist, I’d change pharmacies – perhaps to one that has a drive-up window. At the very least, I’d complain to her supervisor. (Or, have the Davver do this – or you could be wrongly perceived as just another psycho hormonal post partum case.)
    Having just recently sweated out filling a completely free prescription for Ambien, that didn’t cost my drug insurer anything without having been pre-approved by the drug insurer to take it – my doctor gave me a coupon good for 7 free pills, but I was afraid the pharmacy would call my drug insurer and deny me – I know how powerful the drug insurers have become. They want to let you have as little medicine as they can get away with but still not kill you. It’s a fine line that they walk. Most of the actual pharmacists are doctor wannabees who didn’t get into med school.
    Most of the time I use a mail order company – another option for someone who has 3 kids – they let me order about 15 days before I’m going to run out, and they’ve never let me down – yet. (It takes a lot of meds to keep someone my age functioning and looking so good, ya know.)

  • Jenn says:

    What a BITCH. I get ativan too (though I rarely take it myself, I feed them to Kent at family gatherings!) and they always give me a hard time about it. It’s fucking ridiculous. I don’t understand what business it is of theirs WHY a person needs a medication. If the doctor prescribes, the pharmacist fills it & that should be the extent of it, in my opinion.
    I agree with the others that you should think about switching pharmacies. Or at least make a complaint. She needs an attitude adjustment (or a face adjustment, ahem).
    I laughed out loud at the poo in the car thing though. Thanks for that. xoxo

  • giggleblue says:

    i haven’t exactly been the shinning ray of love since i’ve been pregnant, and on saturday the wife accused me of breaking things in rage (which i have been known to do in my past lives), when in fact it was the cat who had knocked the damn glass off the counter.

    i was lividly pissed, and then i was really in rage.

    i spent an entire childhood getting accused of doing things i didn’t do. gotta love parents.

    anywho – pharmacist was a bitch, and i more than likely would have informed her of such.

  • Betts says:

    Clearly, she is a Scientologist and is sleeping with Tom Cruise.

  • swirl girl says:

    I would call her supervisor – that behavior is not tolerable. It’s called customer service…and I am sure there some kind of ‘oath’ of conduct they sign or something.

    – like when you go to the Dr and the nurse checks your vitals and weight and shouts it out so everyone can hear it….and the skinny bitch with her bobble head pink pen and Hello Kitty lanyard and matching disposition comments about your weight gain…I wanta thwack ‘em all.

  • Mrs.spit says:

    Two things.

    1. Letter to the college of pharmacists. Using words like failure to comply with doctors orders, discrimination, witholding of care, faillure to comply with state regulations.

    2. There’s a special place in hell for the nurse that told me I had to calm down, I was raising my blood pressure and hurting my baby.

  • Stacey says:

    You have to wonder about people who get pissy with people who they are denying happy pills. It seems a volatile situation at best. Here is someone who needs medication to help them over depression or anger issues and there they are pushing these people’s buttons. The peson needs the meds, and an idiot is not only not giving them the meds but is winding them up as well. Seems to me that’s just asking for an ass kicking really. Making unhappy people more upset is not a good idea.

    I do understand a pharmacist’s job requires them to ask questions and check up on the meds but to get pissy about it is not required.

  • Sandy says:

    My husband is bipolar. His meds schedule is:

    Morning – 450mg Lithium, 70 mg Vyvanse, 60mg Cymbalta.
    Evening – 450mg Lithium, 300 mg Lithium, 5mg Abilify

    TRUST ME…I get this REGULARLY when picking up his Rx for him. I’d rather that they treat me like a horrible person than treat him that way…I mean, it is REALLY hard for him to get and maintain wellness, so why in the HELL would you make him feel like a dick or a crack addict for it? He could be out high on drugs and gambling away our house – but no, he’s at home, fixing the ceiling fan, trying to be “normal” – so I take the shitty pharmacist glares and stares and comments on for him gladly.

    Your pharmacist was an asshole who probably needs to be on Vitamin W way more than you do!

  • michelle says:

    I didn’t realize Katie Holmes worked at Target these days?

    I take loony pills as well. What you take, when you take it, and the reasons you need it are between you and your doctor. If you are not abusing the meds, then fuck the bitch. I say you go in next time with a pink tutu and one of those leopard print fez hats on. Oh, and bring in a magic wand or something.
    When you go to pick up your prescription, speak in pig latin and end each sentence with the words, “according to the prophecy.” If nothing else, it will ensure her you do need those meds.

    Somedays, that is how I feel I appear, so just give me my damn meds. I am thrilled you, dear Target Pharmecist, can function with out any chemical assistance, but not all of us are so fortunate, now give me my drugs and let me go about my fragile daily business. Seriously, lady, you know what Becky is taking. Is she someone you think you should be playing mind games with? Were you not loved as a child and are taking it out on her?

  • Meg says:

    You should absolutely poo on her car.

    Or maybe just complain to her supervisor. I always feel better after writing well worded bitch slaps to people’s supervisors.

  • tash says:

    OMFG, if you’re not writing a letter honey, I’ll draft you one. To this particular pharmacy, store manager, and the big Target kahuna. Because this is shit and needs to stop. I’d like to err on the side of caution and think she was just taking your pregnancy into account, but her tone and repeat offense certainly speak to what you blame her for: psychiatric med bias.

    She may think they’re candy and she’s god, but really? not so very much. I’m so sorry. You need this like any of the other holes you have in your head at the moment.

  • Peggy says:

    Let’s all go poo in her car! That’ll teach her!

    But seriously, ever considered switching pharmacies? My Walgreens has a drive-thru pharm! Sweet!

  • Lola says:

    Fuck her! Switch pharmacies immediately. It’s not her job to be a twat. If she has a quesiton, that’s fine, but call your doctor and straighten it out. Pharmacists and doctors aren’t supposed to outwardly judge anyone.

  • Heather R. says:

    After 3 1/2 hours in the Dr.s office I went to CVS to get my kids ADHD meds filled. I was at my wits end trying to keep 2 unmedicated ADHD kids under control after nearly 4 hours of complete boredom. My son Kyle had his dose that day and sat down and read a book.

    The old bitch tech leaned over to the Pharm. guy and said looks like the mom needs this more than those healthy kids.

    I saw red and told her that I had my own prescription as it runs in the family and I would thank her to keep her opinions in her fat ass mouth. That when she received her doctorate to give me a call and then I’d listen. Until then fuck off.

  • Rachel says:

    I’m so sorry this happened. I weaned myself of an antianxiety/antideprssant medication recently, and it was horrible.
    I remember trying to fill a script my OB gave me for misoprostl the day before my d&c. The ray of sunshine at Walmart abruptly informed me that THEY don’t sell abortion pills.
    Hello, I wasn’t having an abortion. I was having a d&c because my baby had already died and I hadn’t naturally miscarried.
    Like I wasn’t feeling shitty enough, now this bitch is accusing me of killing my kid.
    Some people should not be in the business of helping, because they are simply not helpful.
    I’d switch pharmacies, pain in the ass, but might be worth it.

  • Ms. Moon says:

    Why in the world would you care about what that woman said? Life is too short to spend any time at all caring what the ignorant think about you or anything else.

  • Kyddryn says:

    Aww, sugar, I’m sorry she took her bad attitude and negative outlook out on you – she obviously was denied something when she was young and feels the need to make others feel her pain.

    Don’t poop on her car – it washes off too easily. Instead, see if your magnificent Daver can collect some cat pee and spritz the evil hag’s front grill. Well, her car’s. Also her door handles, tires, exhaust, and if you can figure out where she lives, the intake for her heat/AC. Dead herring buried around her foundation will provide lots of entertainment, too. next time your kids are sick, let them sneeze all over your money before you hand it over to the troll…germ warfare at its finest!

    I think you would be within your rights to switch pharmacies, and to write to the head of the pharmacy and to Target explaining why you felt the need to do so. Adding that you’ve talked to a number of friends who feel, as you do, that the woman was entirely out of line and said friends have decided that Target doesn’t need their business, either, couldn’t hurt.

    I wish I could clone my Publix pharmacists for you – they have been amazing, fighting to get me my meds when the insurance company AND my doctor have screwed up, and I’ve never once felt judged by them…quite the contrary, I think they’re very well educated and deeply compassionate people.

    Shade and Sweetwater,
    K

  • Juli says:

    Holy shit. Rachel wins. But I’ll tell you my story anyway.

    On my first appointment with a new psychiatrist, his receptionist asked me in a waiting room full of people why I was seeing the doctor. I said, “I have an appointment.” She said, “Yes, but what’s the deal? What are you seeing him for? Are you the suicidal one?” I replied, “No. Homicidal.” She later gave me grief when I needed to get a replacement prescription, telling me that I probably lost the scrip on purpose because taking the meds would mean I would no longer have an excuse for my behavior.

    And oh yes indeed, I did get her fired. It took bringing her employer before the medical review board (and finding a new doctor) but it was worth it.

    My vote is for poo in her car.

  • Melanie says:

    I have had to go off and on anti-depressants for years (6 years)…..for anxiety….and I have to say that even though I have been embarassed about going to have my script filled, I have never been given any grief. I guess I am a lucky one (well as lucky as one can be who needs happy pills)…..

    No way in hell would I stay with this pharmacy, and I would certainly write a letter of complaint.

  • BB says:

    Oh the stories I have about my pediatricians. Since I had my first child at 19, my pediatrician thought I was out drinking and doing drugs and who knows what else, which I can assure you, I did not during that pregnancy or any of my other ones. My daughter was born with a cateract and other issues with that eye. My husband and I actually were the ones to catch the problem, and when we asked her about it, we were told flat out that it was because of the partying I was doing while pregnant. Needless to say, she was no longer our pediatrician after that.
    And she isn’t the only pediatrician we went through in the first 18 months of my daughter’s life. I get that we were young parents, but that does not equal us being careless idiots.

  • sarah says:

    I won’t even go into the crazy bee-otch at my Rite Aid. I was on Percocets and then Vicodins for a month after my hysterectomy and I swear I may have well requested crack since I was putting up with her “are you sure you need these?” looks…..

  • Sara says:

    Because she wasn’t a relative, I would have punched her in the face. And then laughed.

    I had a similar judgemental situation from a family member last year. After Little Z was born I KNEW I needed to be drugged. I just didn’t because I didn’t want to admit it. (5 days in the NICU, and being police escorted to the hospital did NOT help!) I made it through the first year of her life. And the next 4 months after that, and THEN! and THEN! the Air Force informed me they were taking my husband away for 120 days, and sending him to Iraq. And we moved out of our house so I could go stay with family, and NOTHING with that move went right, and then my husband almost took an RPG to the face, and then my BIL got shipped over for a few days, and they acted like HE was gone for forever (45 days) while my husband was still gone (I WAS glad he was back, it was HOW his return was handled) and did I mention I was living with my dad and sister? Both of whom feel I only visit my hometown to fix shit and cook for them. (Oh, and the ONLY thing getting me through all this was the 60mg of Prozac I was taking daily.)

    This relative, seriously said to me…

    “You have a wonderful life and nothing to worry about. We need to get you off of those pills.”

    I want to know what she was smoking. Cause I’m mad she wasn’t sharing!

    …sorry to rant. I really just want to go punch your Target Pharmatard in the neck.

  • baseballmom says:

    Ooooh! I just thought of one. When I was having T, I was about to have a c-section, because his heart was decelerating (so I was stressed as hell anyway, it was my first baby and something was WRONG). The anesthesiologist couldn’t get the epidural needle in, and it hurt like hell…so bad that I was crying and they wouldn’t let Coach in the room. She was trying to do it while I was laying down, and kept saying, “You can’t keep moving around, you need to stay still and WHY are you crying?” I said, “Because it HURTS!” Her response? “WHERE does it hurt?” Um, “Where you’re POKING MY SPINE?” I sat up (not an easy feat when you’re a 9 months pregnant first timer and are having killer contractions because they wouldn’t give you any drugs) and she kept telling me to bend over-in a sitting position with my big old baby gut-so she could slip the needle between the bones. Dumbshit.

  • Wait til she screws with someone REALLY nuts who goes postal on her dumb ass.
    Where is this Target again? My doc changed my meds, and they are sooo not working…

  • rockmama says:

    God, i think at 20 weeks pregnant, I would have unleashed all of the fury of the Seventh Circle of Hell on her rude, judgmental ass. I think an official letter of complaint to the pharmacy for her behavior wouldn’t be out of order!

    I too, have recently given up my happy pills with the event of the Blob. At the moment, I feel alright, but am waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  • Badass Geek says:

    My wife gets accusatory quite often. Of course, it is always my fault, so I always apologize.

  • Kristine says:

    I had a kind of traumatic birth experience. Well the birth was ok, aside from being an emergency C-section and me feeling like a failure. I had some PPD. I went to the doctor for my annual (about 6 months late because I swear I thought my kid would wean himself at any minute.) I asked about VBAC and got a nonchalant and dismissive no, young female ob/gyns are having c-sections from the get go because it’s “easier”, since your baby was 9lbs 9 ozs, your next one will be too and if you deliver vaginally you’ll regret it and have your uterus at your knees. I burst into tears. She prescribed Prozac, which I didn’t ask for. But I tried it – because I thought it might help with the PPD, and for the full 2 weeks I was on it I had excruiating headaches. She had said to call after a month and tell her how it was going and I called and she said “it can’t be the prozac, but if you think it is, well, just stop taking it.” And then she pretty much hung up on me. Worst doctor experience for me ever.

  • Calliope says:

    holy SHIT
    I mean. seriously.
    Please tell me how/where/when we can start a letter writing campaign to school this pharmacist. This is just so so wrong.
    ugh
    so sorry you had to deal with an asshole.
    xo

  • mantra says:

    I do enjoy (read: freak out and need) the Ativan from time to time, and I am grateful that it is there. However, I have not faced your judgmental bitch at the pharmacy… yikes. That would be tough.

    However, I will say that I get judged by some doctors for surprising them with my moderate ‘fake’ breasts. Suddenly, Ima cheap whore when they thought I was just a nice needy hypochondriac (I guess they’re annoyed they didn’t see it coming).

  • The Mommy says:

    My MIL lived with us for a lot of years (OK 5) and she was on an anti-depressant (Lexapro) and also took Ativan as needed. She was incapable of driving or for that matter even knowing that she needed to go somewhere, so I took care of her meds. I seem to always be pregnant and I went to pick up her scripts regularly while I was. At one point they made a point of READING ME the warnings on one of the labels about not taking it while pregnant. I suppose that would have been justified had I not just told them my MIL’s birthdate in order to be allowed to pick them up – 9/25/27. Duh. Would I be obviously pregnant if I was 80 years old? And these are the people handing out the goods…

    Doing your job is one thing. Doing it with a bitchy, nebby (Pittsburgh term) attitude is another. Complain. A lot, if you have to in order to get results. I’m pretty sure you can’t be the only one who she has treated like this…

  • S. says:

    Yep. Tried to get the morning-after pill in a small, conservative Southern town. I can’t go into details because I’m still so pissed! (I did get it eventually though.)

  • Suzannah says:

    There’s one girl at my Walgreen’s that I love. Apparently I go there so much, I don’t even have to tell her my name. Is that bad? HA!

    But anytime I’m picking up pain pills, sleeping pills, Cymbalta or whatever, I imagine them talking about me when I leave. Paranoid, me?

    ;)

  • Miss Grace says:

    Oh. Ouch. I’d stop getting my scrips at target.

    In unrelated news, MDMA is my FAVORITE mood-enhancing drug :)

  • Meghan says:

    I actually am notorious for hanging up on pharmacists and they know my voice on the phone when they call the clinic I work at. They will actually say “never mind I’ll fax it over”. They don’t have a degree in anything usefull except counting pills (maybe except your father) but think they can hand out information vital to your health. Then think they rule the world. I find it’s usually the women that are the worst…somewhat like women poilcemen…ha note the chauvanism;)

  • Minnie says:

    You handled that with far more grace than I would have. It’s NOT her business what you take. WTF?

    Good for you for keeping it together, but I’d go the route of wanted to throw wine bottles at her windshield.

  • Laura says:

    Man I want to kick her butt for you! Some people have no clue when it comes to empathy. Let alone understanding that people have shit to deal with in life. Their unnecessary judgment shouldn’t be part of that shit.

  • Marinka says:

    Maybe she shouldn’t work in a pharmacy and should work in a bitch factory instead.

  • Kristen says:

    I do not understand that! She is a freaking pharm. She is exactly the reason that so many don’t seek the help they need, and why those of us who do often feel unnecessary (& harmful) shame. t’s me off!
    So sorry babe, thinking of you.

  • Melissa says:

    OK, for making the pregnant lady cry, PharmBitch will have justice meted upon her head via a tablespoon, a wire coat hanger and a meat tenderizer. I’m not sure why I picked that combination of implements, except that they sound like they could be painful.

    As far as people going Judgey McJudgerson on me, I tend to boom out with “Those are my crazy meds and they make life infinitely more pleasant for the folks around me!” when the pharmacist whisper-asks if I have any questions about my Xanax. One-because it amuses me and two-because people tend to give you a wide berth if they’re unsure what kind of crazy you subscribe to. ;)

  • kbrients says:

    no, not to me that I can recall… but I remember when my sister was a young mother she taught her kids to respond to her when reprimanded… or asked to do something with yes ma’am. totally accepted in the south (where she lived at the time) She then moved to Indiana and was in the grocery store when she told her kids in a stern voice to behave and they responded with Yes ma’am. a Woman that was in the aisle with her turned around and reamed her up one side and down the other and told her that she should be ashamed of herself and she ought to call DHS on her.

    yeah. C-R-A-Z-Y woman. Seriously? What I would not GIVE to get the respect my sister gets from her kids.

  • honeywine says:

    I agree with Caliope. Get this bitch’s home address! Seriously! I can think of no better use for a stamp. Snail mail snow, baby!

  • rebekah says:

    I’m with Betts. She IS Tom Cruise.

    Change pharmacies!!!!! Are you kidding? COMPASSIONATE MEDICINE! You need THAT along with your prescription. GAH! I’m so sorry!

  • PiquantMolly says:

    Poo in car! Poo in car!

    Yes, you are clearly so crazy that you can not be trusted with that incredibly cute, OMG-I-want-to-cuddle-her-now baby. You must give her to me. Meeeee.

  • Eva says:

    I remember being in the hospital the day after my c-section, still crazy with the preeclampsia medication, flat on my back, having to be moved to a new bed and, even sans baby, well over 200 pounds, and being fuzzily but memorably aware of the derision about having to move a big person like me on the part of the nurses.

  • Eva says:

    Oh, and I would absolutely make a complaint about her. I love making complaints.

  • Kate says:

    Yes. Yes. Yes.

    I would tell the story, but I get mad thinking about it, and I can’t afford to be emotionally undone right now.

  • Trish says:

    Maybe she is a scientologist :)

    Don’t beat yourself up about needing medication. It is better to have it and be able to enjoy life and your kids, than not have it and be depressed! I took zoloft after my first child. I only took it for a month, but dammit, I sure as hell needed it for that month. It is the only thing that kept me from getting a divorce!

  • mumma boo says:

    I bet she’s roommates with Asshole Nurse Practitioner. Both of them obviously missed the “compassionate” classes in their respective educations. So sorry you had to go through that with her, not once, but twice! What a bitch.

  • Lydia says:

    I will come read her the privacy act with 65 kindergarten children and she will beg your forgiveness.

  • mandy says:

    I felt like I could totally relate to all if this. I can’t put my finger on when or where, but I have been treated this way. (too many times)
    Now, I think I would switch pharmacies all together.

    Sorry it was like that for you. You put your finger right ON it though I think, the whople psychiatric meds bit. Maybe the person who killed her kitten was on them and that is why she hates us all so. I don’t know. Big kisses.

  • excavator says:

    Yeah, this sounds like it’s time for a letter. Her behavior is unprofessional and unacceptable.

    i’m sorry you had to deal with that. Shame on her.

  • Coco says:

    I second – OK, forty-third – the notion that she deserves car poo. But since you could be arrested for that, the letters to the store manager, the lead pharmacist at the store, and the college of pharmacists are a good second bet. What a bitch.

    Alas, I’m all too familiar with poor bedside manners. You already know about Dr. Giant Asshole from my 9th week of pregnancy with Bean, right? Where I had bleeding and he coldly informed me that I was miscarrying with no ultrasound and no examination?

    He’s lucky he’s not eating with a tube.

  • kerry says:

    I’d say it’s time to find a new pharmacy!

    I actually had a very similar situation but it was with the secretary at my psych’s office. I had been on lexapro for PPD and was calling for a refill (I had already run out…yes I know stupid…and was already in severe withdrawl symptoms). She told me I had to come in for a visit but their hours had changed and I literally physically couldn’t make it when they were open due to my work schedule. She was treating me like I had called asking for a fix of cocaine. She questioned how my rx had lasted as long as it did and said I MUST have gone off it. I promised her that I was not in the mood to be suicidal again so I would NEVER go off it. (It didn’t dawn on me until later that I had been taking a smaller dose than rx’d so the bottle was lasting me longer.) She eventually said I could come in right then which I was able to do. Then when I got there she lectured me about missing my last appointment. I totally bit my tongue because I knew nothing good was going to come of it. But I did let the psych (who I love) know how incredibly unhappy I was. I haven’t been back and now my primary calls in the rx.

    Seriously, ditch target!

  • Fancy says:

    I realize I’m hardly original, but I suggest calling her supervisors to report her behavior first, and second letting one of your beautiful children take a poo on her car. Hardly effective, but extremely satisfying….

  • quietgirl says:

    Man when I went to refill my xanax last time they told me that shit. It was too early, and it wasn’t an insurance thing, they just couldn’t fill it. Loving person I am, I sucked it up and begged my psych to call them and make them fill it. The big ha ha? The chick was wrong. They could fill it. She was just wrecking my game.
    If I was to submit a list of complaints to God and the AMA (about the medical/pharmaceutical system), it would be a fucking tome. Part 1, Part 2, and to be continued.

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