Here is your Prescription and Ankle Bracelet
I started out to write about “being happy” and where it is that one would want to live, to be truly content in this world? Not an easy subject by any means. All my good intentions on this subject seemingly have evaporated into thin air, and I again find myself regrouping and asking myself the same old question. “Is it me or has this world we live in, gone totally ##@#$!#F** insane?” This having to prove you are a solid citizen crap before you can get something, hell anything done, is getting pretty old.
Just yesterday, I thought I was happy, having recently been sick and recovering somewhat, I ventured out to get a prescription refilled. It was good to be on the move for a change, it was good to get out and about the masses, it was time to refill my prescription.
It was sort of like that old song, “I fought the law, and The Law won.” Remember that one? So here is the background, to get everyone on the same page, to set our sail and to chart our course … get us up to speed. I get sick. I go to the doctor and I tell him I am sick, he prescribes for me medicines that I take home and use. The doctor, who is not currently living inside my pain-filled body and does not know how I am responding to the virus that has me down, makes an educated guess on just how much medicine and what type of treatment, that I need to use, in order to combat this enemy of my good health.
I understand that.
At home however, it is apparent to me, sitting on the throne pushing it out one end, and bringing it up and depositing it in to hand held trash can on the other end, that is is clearly not working. (Yeah I know TMI = Too Much Information) It seems to me that the dosage (one teaspoon per day, is NOT going to cut it) and is far too low, so being as I am my best health care advocate in the end, I increase this to “two doses” per day which seems to work.
This apparently, was my first mistake. I do not call the doctor, I just try and take care of business. Everything seems to be working just swell and my situation improves. Increasing the dosage works for me, it does however I discover later on, does not work for the law.
Here lies the problem.
The prescription runs out, prematurely because I have “increased the dosage” and unknown to me, it presents a new hurdle to my recovery efforts and my journey back to healthy living. I go to refill it and they will not do this, even tho’ the label clearly states “one refill.”
Somewhat irritated (which isn’t anything new when you are sick), I ask the pharmacist bluntly, “What is the problem?” The druggist says to me “that he is required by law to call it in” and after calling it in, that it cannot be refilled because it was written as a 20 day prescription” (at the very best I have to wait until the 28th of the month according to the law) and being that I am early on this, he cannot refill it.
Which to me just doesn’t make sense, and I will try and tell you why.
#1: The doctor writes his “best guess” on the dosage and the prescription.
#2 As long as you can prove that you are this person (on the prescription) and it says one refill … then damn the time limit, damn the law, refill the damn thing. The last thing a sick person needs, when they are genuinely sick, is a quick case study on pharmaceutical law.
#3 The name of the game is getting better it is not playing games with “the law.”
It makes no difference to me what the law says, “I have fulfilled the requirements of the law. I presented a valid prescription, I had proof of who I was, the doctor agreed that it was written on his pad. He noted that it could be refilled one time (nothing about time limits on the label by the way) in my way of thinking, this is no big deal.” In other words, “it appeared to me a do-able no big thing type of endeavor.”
The LAW says it cannot be done, so therefore, even tho every requirement is there (which to me is the frustrating part of all this) it cannot be refilled. The only thing that I did not have was the patience to deal with this apparent ignorance. I mean, smack my butt and call me Judy, I see NO CRIME being committed here anywhere. Why do we give all this power to people to deal with us on simple matters which seem to be impossible to solve in the end?
Pretty simple, because it is the LAW.
It doesn’t have to make sense, it doesn’t have to have a valid reason, it just has to be complied with … Why? Because somehow, someway, we now live in a nation of laws, not common sense, we are told what to do, when to do it, why we can, why we cannot … and I suppose like lot of other Americans, I am getting tired of it.
I see laws in this country each and every day circumvented by the rich or the quick on their feet crowd, they do it all the time. Often with impunity and careless disregard for anyone and everyone who instituted them in the first place. But as a citizen I am often required to “toe the line, cross every T and dot every I” when it comes to the law.
And frankly … I am just tiring of all this BS (Bad Situations) being thrust on me to deal with.
So here is the take away, “if you have a bad experience with your doctor or health care provider, you have an option of changing that” which is good. (For the record: I am satisfied with my doctor, he is great guy, does a swell job, and I appreciate him most assuredly) Now as for my government? Unfortunately, I am stuck with that, if it runs amuck (somewhat akin to a chicken with its head cut off), sadly there isn’t much you can do for that. Voting in new representation only creates MORE of them. I don’t need MORE government, MORE LAW, I just need these moron’s that write it … to leave me alone.
When I need Sudafed for a stopped up Sinus issue, don’t lecture me on Tweakers and Methamphetamine’s, give me what I need. I am not hoping to score sixty packs of sinus relief or 400 Coffee Filters, I am looking for help. Run that header on the front page of your rag.
As for the happiest place in the world to live? “I don’t have clue, but I can tell you this, today it is NOT in El Reno, Oklahoma … It aint even in the top five.”