Big steroids that I despise
Throwing shadows on my eyes.
Helpless, helpless, helpless.
apologies to Neil Young
Yeah, I know. I seem to be complaining more than usual lately. Don’t care, I’m going to tell these stories and then never again mention a bad day. (Ha).
Thursday my glucose meter read “HI” which is the step above 500, the last numerical reading. I was coughing up mucus (what a pretty picture, eh?). Eyes blurry and my muscles had completely given out again. I could not get out of bed. What a terrible feeling when you cannot even set up by yourself. Maggie was wonderful of course, taking care of me and telling me that it would pass. She called all my doctors and gave them the symptoms, asked the right questions, and got prescriptions for what may be pneumonia and a double secrete formula prescription wash for mouth sores.
Eventually (after using the piss cup Maggie once again had the foresight to buy) I was able to get to the bathroom with her assistance. In the evening, with her help using the walker she had brought up from the basement, I was able to make it to the living room to eat my dinner – a sumptuous mac and cheese dish.
Afterward, I was able to stand alone and (using the walker) return to my bed. It’s very strange. Like I’ve been tased for twelve hours. Today I’m a little wobbly – but moving on my own.
Have to tell this story. Maggie’s hair day at 2:00. She drops by the pharmacy to pick up the medications on the way via the drive through at 1:45. The pharmacist assistant says the wrong thing to my wife – “It’s not ready”. This was the follow exchange according to my Maggie whom I’ve never known to exaggerate.
Maggie: “What? It was called in at 8:20”. She knows this because the nurse told he when it was call in.
PA: “We don’t open untill 9:00”
Maggie: “Voice mail – VOICE MAIL!. Doesn’t somebody check voice mail for prescriptions”
The pharmacist then came over to the window.
Pharmacist: ” I just got the voice mail for your prescription 45 minutes ago.
Maggie: Bullsh*t. you got it at 8:20 am. You just listen to it 45 minutes ago. You know my husbands’ condition. And the new prescription is for pneumonia. I’m tired of this sh*t. I’ll come back later.
She drove away to her hair appointment. At the stop sign she slammed on brakes, backed up, found a handicap spot and went into the store. She lumbered (bad knees) to the back where the pharmacy is located and sat down and stared at the pharmacist.
Pharmacist: “I’ll fill Mr. Graham’s order right now”.
Maggie: “Good”. Should have been already filled – I’m really pissed off”.
Mag turned to the woman, with two teenage boys also waiting for prescription fills.
Maggie: “Please pardon my French”.
Woman: Glancing at the pharmacist “Believe me, I understand completely”.
PA: At pay up time, (remember the mouthwash). “This is $57 dollars – it’s not covered by your insurance”.
Maggie:”Like I give a sh*t”. Looking at the pharmacist, “Someone should take a long look at what we paid through insurance and out-of-pocket for last year and this year if that’s what influences good service. We both go into the Medicare “gap”. I’m there now and he will be there shortly. Two in the gap before the middle of the year? Do the math.That’s how much money you make off us … and I’m fed up with bad service”. The pharmacist smiled sweetly and told her ” I’m praying for Mr. Graham” as if this would make up for her ineptitude.
We discussed what happens when she returned home. I got a big laugh. We have decided to move our prescriptions to a smaller independent pharmacy just down the road. They’re not open Sundays but they do deliver.
They will be thrilled to have our business, I’m sure. If this was Las Vegas, we’d be whales.