I am NOT a criminal, Walgreens.
And I don't appreciate being treated as one.
I had a bad car accident a few years ago that have left me with permanent nerve damage in my back and legs. I do well on the medications I'm on right now - one of which is a narcotic - and have been filling my prescriptions at one specific Walgreens near where I work at.
Recently, I tried to refill a prescription - for gabapentin, not for a narcotic - and was asked by the pharmacist who my doctor was. I said that it was Dr Tabakian's office, but because St Louis University Hospital is a teaching hospital the interns that come through sign the 'scripts. He said that he had called the doctor (the doctor whos name was on the bottle) and she said she didn't know me and wasn't prepared to refill it for me. The whole time he's saying this he's got a VERY condescending attitude towards me, and it's getting snottier by the second. I asked him if he called Dr T's office. He said he didn't HAVE to. I said fine, I'll call him - called the clinic on my cell phone, handed the phone over to the pharmacist and waitied to see what happened. Apparently the pharmacist said that the nurse on the other end would have to call Walgreens and that I'd have to give her the number, handing the phone back to me. She was a bit irate - as was I- but I gave her the number, she called, and I got my prescription from an even snottier pharmacist. As I was paying, I told him flat out that I didn't appreciate his attitude towards me. I'm not a criminal, and I don't like being treated as one. I'm trying to do the right thing and use the same pharmacy for ALL my medications; I call and tell them I'm going to be filling my regular 'scripts so can they please order them there so I won't have to run all over town trying to find a phsrmacy who has the meds I need, and guess what they do? They give them to someone else, and then tell me I have to go elsewhere - and then, when I go back the next month, they treat me like a criminal who's doctor and pharmacy shopping her way around town.
Gah.
It makes me want to leap up on the counter, drop my pants, and show my scars to those snooty cunts who work back there. Maybe I'll take my x-rays in sometime so they can see that yeah, I'm REALLY TRULY FUCKING HURT. Maybe then they'll treat me like a normal person the next time I'm there.
I'm trying to do the right fucking thing, yet they treat me like a fucking criminal.
It's fucking bullshit.
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