So I go to pick up my hormones this morning and am informed by the pharmacist that I have to have a new rx….the fucking doctor denied a refill. Now I haven't seen this asswipe in 10 years. I always see his assistant, who seems to have time to talk, answer questions and drill me to no end about my health. She is a really neat person.
So I call the doctors office and am informed by the receptionist that Ms. W……… is out of the office this week. Good for her. I ask if they can call me in a 30 day rx. Oh no, the doctor says he MUST see you first. I say that I must see him today or they must call me in a rx as I won't be in town next week. Ok, come in at 5:40 this afternoon.
I go in to his office and what do I see????? Another assistant. "What can I do for you today?" he asks in his barely distinguishable foreign tongue. (Bring Doctor Dipshitt in here so I can kick his ass.) "I need a rx for my hormones…and allergy mediation." "I will write you for one month…you must have (the dreaded) pap smear before you get more." (Fucking wonderful). (All rightie then…how about some good drugs while you're at it.) Scribble, scribble, scribble….. "You have a good day" he smiles widely. (Fuck you in the neck….)
Away I go back to the pharmacy. "We're all out of your allergy medication until tomorrow afternoon, is that all right?" (Do I have a goddam choice?) I pick option A…"sure that is just great". What little of the blissful hormone I have in my system has just gone up in smoke….hot flashes return.
What I wouldn't give to be able to go see Dr. Iwantinyourpants. And I would if he hadn't had to retire… Now THERE was a Doctor, in fact the only one I never wanted to shoot before sunrise.