I called like five times and gave them 72 hours notice and they still forgot! I don’t understand why they insist on only giving me 3 months at a time. I guess it forces us to see the psychiatrist, because that’s so ■■■■■■■ useful. “Do you still feel like your meds are working? Are you still remembering to take them every day with food? Okay see you in three months.” I am in and out in five minutes! Nothing that couldn’t be accomplished over the phone. I still see my psychologist regularly; that should be enough to get me a year’s worth of refills!
I don’t mean to be so angry, but I guess I never realized how much the “mood stabilizer” part of the medication affected me until I had to go without it for a day. I just really wanted to vent.
I’ve never heard of anyone getting a years supply of medication all at once. I usually have a months worth mailed to me at a time. Unless you mean you usually get a years worth of refills on your bottle of medication.
So that’s a normal practice then? Seems odd. My neurologist gives me a year worth of refills, and those drugs are way more likely to be misused than my Geodon. They’re basically roofies. Actually, I wonder if it says something about society that roofies are more obtainable and less restricted than antipsychotics.
My doctor (psychiatrist) never forgets to fax in my prescriptions, but sometimes she will put in the generic name of a medication, when I want brand name.
My Home delivery pharmacy loves to push generics on people - being sensitive to generics, it gets frustrating
That is…they are doing the same thing to me. I called the med-line and they havent returned my voicemail message about refilling my prescription for adderall which I need. They also cancelled twice in a row my appointments I had scheduled, and then didn’t bother to check up on me.
I called into my clinic about 9am this morning about the Seroquel giving me headaches, bring me back the same thoughts and problems that put on the Seroquel in the first place, giving me trouble sleeping, and making me feel miserable both mentally and physically. I told them that I had stopped taking the Seroquel and needed a new medicine. I called them again at about 1pm and just again at 430pm; since, they close at 5pm. I had first called them on Wednesday afternoon and someone called me and said they would get back to me on Thursday; but, it snowed and they knocked the power out clearing a road below my street. So, I left my house because it was cold and dark and took my cat and went to my mother’s house on the other side of town. When I got to my mother’s, I called them and left them a message that I was not at home because of having no electricity and that I would call them back on Friday. It’s 4:45 pm EST and still no word. I know they are busy. I know they have got to pull my chart. I know they have to talk with the psychiatrist; but they are getting on my nerves. I am not looking forward to suffering all weekend. I already begged once to get off the Seroquel; but the doctor said get a pill cutter and cut in half and take it. She said to call back if I had any trouble and that is what I have done! Several times! It’s 450pm est and I don’t know what to do!
You have my sympathy. I didn’t realize how much I needed some of my med’s until I had to do without them. I bet that is especially true for mood stablilizers. It’s easy to be cavalier about med’s when you’re not the person who needs them.
I just talked to the receptionist and she said that my psychiatrist was not here today (Friday 2/27/15) and would not be in until Monday. So, I will have to wait until Monday. Now, how do I get through the weekend. I am excited about watching this show on the Hallmark Channel- The Good Witch. But, today I have a headache that wouldn’t go away and I was sleepy from not sleeping much the last two nights. The psychiatrist is nice and means well; but, I really do get tired of suffering. Tomorrow; I got to pay the rent. I guess there is always tomorrow as they say. Okay, I just received a call from the doctor’s office and she said to come in on Tuesday at 1pm for a walk-in to see my psychiatrist. I guess I will be without any anti-psychotic until then. But, I guess, at least she called and she was nice. So, I will be at the clinic both Tuesday and Wednesday- Tuesday for the psychiatrist and Wednesday for the therapist. Such is the life of the “mentally ill.”
My pdoc won’t do any blood work on me, so I let the clueless social worker (who wasn’t my usual one) double book me next week. I haven’t called in to change it. The way I see it, two can play at this game. Haha!