Well, today has been interesting in the negative sense. I realized Friday (after the endo's office had closed) that I needed to have more syringes (because I was down to running out tomorrow at breakfast). Bear in mind that I had an endo visit on 8 Feb, so I would think that my endo (bless her heart) would have phoned in my prescriptions (she doesn't ever give me paper copies, more's the pity) because what else is an endo good for? She looks over my numbers, sees if there's any patterns that I haven't taken care of already, and phones in prescriptions. Lo and behold, she'd called in the insulin, but no syringes, no test strips.
Now, I maintain several meters and buy walmart test strips just so that in an emergency I've built up a reasonable stash of test strips. I've set it up that the pharmacy refills everything automatically (because if I don't, they always run out of whatever I need just as I'm ready to fill it). But I haven't stockpiled the syringes. This morning I had five syringes left, four for today and one for tomorrow morning.
Which brings us to yesterday. I call the pharmacy. Because this is a new endo, they can't call her for refills on my behalf on the theory that she's never written one for me (that was my old endo, who closed his practice on the theory that he wanted more hospital hours). So I call the endo. She is out for the day, but her nurse takes a message and I tell her the details of those two prescriptions.
Today, I have class 9:40-11:05, work 1:00-4:30. Around the time I get to work, I realize the pharmacy hasn't called. I call them, but the prescriptions aren't in. So, (on the theory that I want a stash, I need a stash, if I don't have a stash, I'm going to get ulcers) I ask if I need a prescription to buy syringes.
So, this afternoon I spend $15 on 100 syringes (I usually get 120 for $10, but there's insurance for you), got home and wrote an email to my endo, begging for a prescription by before lunch tomorrow. I didn't tell her I went and bought some . . .
She writes back at 8pm and says she has phoned it in. Which is after the pharmacy closes, of course. So tomorrow, at about lunch time when I get off work (I work 8-12 tomorrow morning) I can see if she's right.
But it's such a hassle. Every time I've gone to see this woman, I talked about my test strip and syringe needs. And she nods, makes notes, and then doesn't give a prescription? That's just stupid. She even has a prescription for synthroid that we haven't filled yet because my double check TSH came back around 2.5 instead of over 5. No test strips. No syringes. I'm beginning to wonder if she's not just a tad ditzy.
I'm so tired of this. So tired in general. I think I'm going to go sleep now, and hope this looks better in the morning.