Fighting for my rights again – and getting sick of it…

As I mentioned in this post, I ran out of Phyllocontin on Good Friday.

By then in pretty dire straits, I faxed a repeat prescription request at 01.30 on Tuesday morning, explaining the situation and asking for an URGENT scrip. I didn’t get it.

I phoned the pharmacy this morning (Wednesday), to ask about my missing scrip – discovering that I didn’t have enough breath to talk, and had to waste more of it saying, repeatedly, “No, it’s not the line, I can’t damn well breathe!” Anyway, the upshot was Continue reading