|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2010-10-22 17:35:00
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Laugh to keep from crying.
So, about a week ago, I went to my friendly corner grocery store to get a refill on my happy pills, only to be told that I didn't have any. I was promised two refills on this scrip, dear friendslist, so obviously someone has screwed up somewhere.* Ever since then I've been trying to get this sorted out, and when all else failed, to make an appointment with Doctor What Dispenses Prescriptions** to get a new scrip. This attempt has met with failure: today I was on hold for two goddamn hours and nothing to show for it. Which is about my limit.
Now, the clinic I'm enrolled at is the one that local poor people use. I did not have to use this clinic. My parents offered to pay for a more expensive clinic that would maybe be more responsive. I refused on the grounds that I am already more of a financial burden on them than I can stomach, but the point is I have that option. Most of the folks who go to Current Clinic, I'm assuming, do not have well-off parents. For them, this clinic is their only option. So my question is: how the shiny slag do THEY get any healthcare? These are people who have full-time or multiple jobs, kids, elderly parents/relatives, assorted other problems that preclude their ability to sit around for two hours in the middle of the day trying to talk to a fucking human being. How do they DO it?
Oh yeah. The welfare recipients in this country have it SO good. *headdesk*
*For once, it wasn't me.
**Like Doctor Who, except she makes sense.