Strange that you should mention your pharmacist giving you the wrong medication really because when I initially went into the pharmacy on Saturday I first spoke to an Assistant because the pharmacist was dealing with a customer.  When he had finished he looked up and then walked right over to the back of the shop and picked up a huge carton of what appeared to be cannisters of slimming drink and plonked it down on the counter infront of me.  He then said, "You have hit the jackpot today" and proceded to put a docket down in front of me and a pen for me to sign. 

I almost signed the docket but for noticing it had someone elses name at the top--someone called Rosemary.  So I put the pen down and said, "This is not mine, I just came to collect my sons repeat script."   He then said, "Oops wrong customer" or words to that effect and put it down and asked for my sons name.  Complete klutz I tell you.

Last year I got a script for Ashley for dex tablets--0.25mg--and this guy offered to quarter the 1mg pills for me.  Ashley was on the dex for four days and looking red.  When I checked the tablets, there were small quarters and large quarters.  Some looked more like 0.30mg and some more like 15mg.  Anyway, I went straight to my GP and put them on his desk (tipped the whole pill bottle out) and after he insopected them he prescribed me dex elixir.  However, in NZ you cannot get the dilute 0.1ml to 10ml that Carol get’s here.  It is concentrated and is 1mg to 1ml or something ridiculous like that and a bottle of that stuff lasts for months at the pharmacy and they dispense smaller bottles on a monthly basis or something.  So I could not tell if he was harping on about having ordered a raft of Hydrocrotisone powder or having been stuck with a lot of dex conncentrate after we moved back to hydrocortisone tablets, but the point was (which I illustrated in email--not very politely) that had he quartered the pills properly in the first place, I would not have needed the damn elixir! 

So whilst we did not get heart medication here--we nevertheless have had broken hearts because that row in the pharmacy spilled over into our Saturday, and caused a chain of events where it affects our family.  Because when my husband walked into the pharmacy, he stood there and let this guy talk to me that way, when we got out of there, we rowed all the way down to my Mother’s.  Things did not improve and to be honest, I felt totally unsupported--as I have with other issues I have had to deal with the past 12 or so months.  Consequently, Bruce walked out on Sunday night and is currently living at his Mother’s place.  I tell you, this stuff actually does put a strain on the relationship if you cannot get ultimate support from your partner.  What I found most damn annoying was that the Pharmacist spoke to me like a kid until Bruce walked in, and then as soon as A MAN showed up on the scene, he started to be completely reasonable.  He even said, "Please ring your script in next time and we can make sure we have the tablets in stock," which was in sharp contrast to the hard time he had been giving me prior to Bruce walking in.  Bruce just did and said nothing and when we left as I was talking to him about it, he just shrugged it off.  So I just ended up in tears basically and that is where the row stemmed from from there.   Because the past 12 months have been a complete nightmare, and I felt I could have had more support, I completely lost it.  I have had enough of feeling alone and coping with this stupid red tape c**p by myself.  I may as well BE alone half the damn time in this.  I just don’t think I can stick a band aid  on it this time.

This week has been hell to be honest.