I Argued With My Pharmacist
So I started using mail delivery service
I will never forget the day I stood in line at my hometown pharmacy with a calendar. The hour prior I counted pills, spilled out on the bathroom counter.
When it was my turn, I held my chin high and pointed to the month, filled with x’s and scribbled notes.
“You shorted me 30 days.” I outlined my math, showed her the auto-refill texts.
“No, we didn’t. If you need more you’ll have to pay out of pocket. Your insurance thinks you are overusing.”
As we argued — the line got longer — neighbors tapped their feet impatiently. I wondered if they thought I was an addict.
I got my way. I walked out with my 30-day supply of medication — for anxiety — and also a complex.
Now, I order my refills online and get them delivered.






