In Which I Complain about my Pharmacy

I think I have a UTI. I started having symptoms yesterday, so I called Emory, and the doctor on-call phoned in a prescription for an antibiotic just to be on the safe side. I’ve been prone to them lately, and since my last UTI turned into a full blown kidney infection — which apparently are harmful to pregnancies — I think she wanted me to go ahead and start on something.

She called it in around 5:30 p.m. yesterday, and when I left work an hour later, I tried calling the pharmacy to see if it was ready. I got disconnected, and when I called back no one answered, so I headed over. I gave them my name, and they told me they didn’t have my prescription.

Sigh. I always have problems with this pharmacy. I don’t even know why I tried to use it. I called the operator at Emory to have the doctor paged, but she couldn’t find the doctor. So, I had Joe call. By that time, I was so frustrated I really didn’t feel like dealing with anyone. The doctor told Joe to have the pharmacy check its prescription line. Apparently, they didn’t think to do that before telling me my prescription hadn’t been called in.

I told the woman at the counter, and pharmacist said she’d check it in about 30 minutes and then would put my prescription behind all the others that came in between my prescription being called in an hour earlier and then. That means it would be another hour to hour and a half before I got my prescription filled. I told the pharmacist that was ridiculous, and she responded with, “Well, I’m the only pharmacist here.” I’m pretty sure, though, that one of the other numerous employees standing around doing nothing could have gotten my prescription off the line.

So, I left, and Joe had the doctor call my script in to *another* pharmacy. By the time I got there, they already had it and were working on it. Ten minutes later, I was on my way. Oh, and for the record, they had fewer employees working than the first pharmacy.

I don’t think I’ll be going back to the first pharmacy, despite my love for their $4 generic prescriptions.

Lupron, Day 3

I’m sure these updates are oh so boring for you all, but it’s my way to document this experience to look back on later.

What is it with doctors? Yesterday, I had my wonderful experience with my opthamologist’s office, and today, I had to fight with someone from my rheumatologist’s office to send in a form for coverage for my Enbrel for two reasons — in case the IVF doesn’t work or, if it does, so I can order the medicine to have on hand for after I give birth (I’ve heard the flare up after birth is awful).

I think that’s a reasonable request. *Obviously* I’m not going to be using the medicine if I do get pregnant. I just want to get the paperwork turned in so everything is approved and ready to go for when I need it.

However, the woman who called me said that my doctor *will not* submit my form because I’m trying to get pregnant. I told her my reasons, and she continued to say, “Well, you’re trying to get pregnant.”

Right. I *totally* understand that. I’m the one going through this. I’m trying to plan ahead for when I will *need* my medicine. She finally sighed and said, “Well fine, bring us a *legible* copy and *maybe* she’ll take a look at it.” Really? You couldn’t read it? Because I could read it just fine.

So, there’s no telling if she will submit this or not. I’m going to be really pissed if she doesn’t, and I’m really considering switching rheumatologists. I started seeing her about 6 months-1 year ago, and I’ve never really liked her, not like I liked my last two doctors. She’s not very personable, and the conversation she and I had yesterday really put me over the edge.

As you all know, I’m trying to make sure I don’t do *anything* to screw up this cycle. I’ve been double and triple checking the meds I’m on to make sure they’re ok, and I don’t want to take anything that’s over pregnancy category B. I know I’m not pregnant yet, but I have to make sure my little follies grow nice and healthy.

When I looked up prednisone, which my rheumatologist says is the only thing I can be on during pregnancy, I saw that it was a category C, which includes medicines that either have caused or are suspected of causing harm to fetuses. Of course, that made me really think twice about staying on it, especially since Enbrel, which my doctor won’t let me stay on, is a B, which are supposed to be safe for pregnancy.

My doctor called me back yesterday, and despite my concerns she is having me stay on the drug. I’m just really tired of dealing with her and her staff, but now that I’m looking on my insurance company’s Web site, I don’t think any other rheumatologists are covered. Sigh. Is it really too much to ask for to have a doctor I feel comfortable with?

Too Old for my Age

I have cataracts.

Are you freaking kidding me? I am 28 years old and have cataracts. The opthamologist I saw today told me I’m way to young for them. She thinks they were caused by my prolonged exposure to prednisone, which I’ve been on for nine years. Luckily, I don’t show signs of glaucoma yet, which is another side effect of the prednisone. It sure would have been nice if my rheumatologists had told me that I could get cataracts or glaucoma. Of course, who really thinks they’re in the small percent of people who will get serious side effects. I never did.

So now I’m an infertile arthritic with cataracts. I’m definitely not going to the dentist now. At this rate, he’ll tell me I need dentures!

By the way, I have a great post on our trip home from South Carolina that totally got overshadowed by my great news yesterday. Make sure you check it out!

Under Pressure

The doctor’s diagnosis: a sinus infection.

I could have told them that. I get one every winter like clockwork, and I know when it’s hitting. I could tell this afternoon that it had turned into an infection, and my prior PCP would simply call in an antibiotic for me and that was that. My new doctor required me to come in. Of course, when I called, they told me they could see me tomorrow. But, I’m sick *today*. I’ve never understood that. If I’m calling you it’s because I’m sick, and if I’m sick I can’t wait several days to see the doctor.

But, I digress. After an hour waiting in the doctor’s office, I was seen for a quick exam and then left with my prescription. In two weeks it should be all cleared up. Yay. I just hope the meds start working soon.

Welcome to the Sick House

This is me today:

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See how red it is under my nose (and please ignore how huge my face looks).

This has been my new bff:


I have some kind of *horrible* cold, and possibly a viral infection says my mom, the nurse. Whatever it is, it sucks. I’m sniffly and sneezy and coughy and headachy. Oh, and I’m whiney. I tend to get that way when I’m sick. 🙂

I think I’ve just about gone through my good old box of Kleenex this afternoon. It’s a good thing I bought two on my way in to work. I plan on keeping it close by my side at the meeting I have to cover tonight. If there’s any time I’ve wanted a short meeting, this is it. I just want to go home and climb into bed.

Good Riddence, 2008

I have never been so happy to ring in the new year. I was glad to see 2008 go. It wasn’t all bad, as Joe reminds me, but it’s filled with the sadness and frustration of infertility plus the loss of my first cat, so I’m definitely ready to move on. This year is going to be great. In just two months, we should be pregnant!

We had a low-key New Year’s Eve. We met Joe’s parents at their cabin in Blue Ridge, Ga., and headed out to the neighborhood where all their friends live for a party. There were fireworks and sparklers which were fun, but Joe and I didn’t stay long because my ankle and knee started acting up. I was in so much pain that I was close to tears. Joe’s dad dropped us off and headed back, and we got into our pj’s and relaxed.


About 30 minutes later, though, Joe’s parents showed up. It turns out that by the time Joe’s dad had gotten back, most of the people at the party had left and the rest were packing up. Joe’s mom said if she had realized the party was dead, she would have come back with us! So, instead of hanging out downstairs by ourselves, we all rang in the new year together and watched the ball drop online. That made me happy because I have never missed a year watching the ball drop, and I was bummed about missing it this year. To me, that is New Year’s Eve. And, of course, we broke out the party hats that Joe and I had brought.





The next day, we were all up relatively early considering we had stayed up until 1 a.m. (I can’t remember the last time I was up past 11 p.m.!). I relaxed in the living room with Twilight, my mil’s laptop and my leg propped up (per my mil’s orders!) while the boys made pretzels. It was entertaining to watch, and the pretzels were really good!

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new years

And Joe tried to impress me with his dance moves.

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new years

We had the traditional Southern New Year’s Day lunch: collard greens for money (I was actually telling Joe he needed to eat a lot of these when I fell and sprained my ankle during our hike), black-eyed peas and rice for luck, and meat. It was delicious. My mil’s such a great cook!

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And, no trip to the cabin is complete without a nap. It’s hard not to fall asleep because it’s just so relaxing.

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new years
(Joe’s a little grumpy when he wakes up!)

So, how did you guys celebrate the new year, and what are you looking forward to in 2009?