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So while I'm down in Sac on Tuesday to do school stuff, I figure to pop over to my doctor's clinic and pick up a refill of some medicine (can't just get a scrip and go to a drug store, because I have no insurance) because I only have a couple days left on my current batch. So I walk in there, stand in line, and when it's finally my turn and I get up to the window and explain, the girl at the desk is like, "We can't help you; we're understaffed today." WTF?

"I don't need to _see_ anybody, I'm just looking to get a refill of the prescription I'm already on."

She pulls my chart and looks at it, and says, "You need to make an appointment, and speak to a technician."

"Is that like an exam, or just a consult? I just had an exam three months ago and shouldn't need another one, because nothing's changed."

"I don't know; it just says you need to make an appointment."

Fine. "When's your next opening?"

"Thursday at 2." Great. Another trip down the hill just to pick up a stupid little box. I take it, though, and then start making phone calls to see who could watch Morgan. And everyone is busy. Dad and Rew are obviously not available, mom and Rich are driving up to Washington state Thursday morning, Grandma and Popa have dentist appointments in the bay area in the late morning, and a doctor's appointment at two in Sac. Grr.

So I figure I'll just have to take Morgan with me, since it's likely just going to be a consultation anyway. They kind of griped at me when I brought her with me the last time, but after this jerking around about needing an _appointment_ just to get a _refill_, if they don't like her being there, they can eat me. "No, I don't have anyone who can watch her. I _had_ a babysitter on _Tuesday_, which is why I tried to come in then." And two o'clock is smack in the middle of naptime, so Morgan is likely to be particularly grumpy and/or wiggly. Perfect.

But Thursday morning Grandma calls and says they should be back from the dentist by one, and that she doesn't need Popa to drive her to the doctor, so he would be at home to "watch" Morgan (really it's just being an adult in the house while she's napping). Woot!

Unfortunately, because we leave right after lunch time, she falls asleep in the car, which means she won't fall back to sleep very easily - if at all - at the house. I hope her hour nap in the car, then, is enough to make her not grumpy for Popa.

I get to the clinic half an hour early, and stand in line for twenty minutes to check-in, then sit in the lobby until 2:50 before someone finally calls me to the back. They weigh me (back in the 140's, grr), take my blood pressure (don't remember what the numbers were, but she said it was "good"), ask me questions... no, there's no tightness in my chest, shortness of breath, abdominal pain, dizziness, persistent headaches, pain or tingling in my extremities, etc. Everything is cool, everything is the same, yadda yadda.

I finally walk out of there with my medicine at 3:15. Over an _hour_, just to refill a prescription. Absolutely ridiculous.

(no subject)

So while I'm down in Sac on Tuesday to do school stuff, I figure to pop over to my doctor's clinic and pick up a refill of some medicine (can't just get a scrip and go to a drug store, because I have no insurance) because I only have a couple days left on my current batch. So I walk in there, stand in line, and when it's finally my turn and I get up to the window and explain, the girl at the desk is like, "We can't help you; we're understaffed today." WTF?

"I don't need to _see_ anybody, I'm just looking to get a refill of the prescription I'm already on."

She pulls my chart and looks at it, and says, "You need to make an appointment, and speak to a technician."

"Is that like an exam, or just a consult? I just had an exam three months ago and shouldn't need another one, because nothing's changed."

"I don't know; it just says you need to make an appointment."

Fine. "When's your next opening?"

"Thursday at 2." Great. Another trip down the hill just to pick up a stupid little box. I take it, though, and then start making phone calls to see who could watch Morgan. And everyone is busy. Dad and Rew are obviously not available, mom and Rich are driving up to Washington state Thursday morning, Grandma and Popa have dentist appointments in the bay area in the late morning, and a doctor's appointment at two in Sac. Grr.

So I figure I'll just have to take Morgan with me, since it's likely just going to be a consultation anyway. They kind of griped at me when I brought her with me the last time, but after this jerking around about needing an _appointment_ just to get a _refill_, if they don't like her being there, they can eat me. "No, I don't have anyone who can watch her. I _had_ a babysitter on _Tuesday_, which is why I tried to come in then." And two o'clock is smack in the middle of naptime, so Morgan is likely to be particularly grumpy and/or wiggly. Perfect.

But Thursday morning Grandma calls and says they should be back from the dentist by one, and that she doesn't need Popa to drive her to the doctor, so he would be at home to "watch" Morgan (really it's just being an adult in the house while she's napping). Woot!

Unfortunately, because we leave right after lunch time, she falls asleep in the car, which means she won't fall back to sleep very easily - if at all - at the house. I hope her hour nap in the car, then, is enough to make her not grumpy for Popa.

I get to the clinic half an hour early, and stand in line for twenty minutes to check-in, then sit in the lobby until 2:50 before someone finally calls me to the back. They weigh me (back in the 140's, grr), take my blood pressure (don't remember what the numbers were, but she said it was "good"), ask me questions... no, there's no tightness in my chest, shortness of breath, abdominal pain, dizziness, persistent headaches, pain or tingling in my extremities, etc. Everything is cool, everything is the same, yadda yadda.

I finally walk out of there with my medicine at 3:15. Over an _hour_, just to refill a prescription. Absolutely ridiculous.