Oh, here’s the best part: this is about needing a refill on... medication for anxiety. Prescribed by a doctor I can’t get hold of. For three days. I’m actually on a lower dose now! It works great! You know what doesn’t work great? **no dose**
Like, I tried, y’all. I didn’t realize I was running low until Sunday, when I fill my Responsible-Adult Days-of-the-Week Box. I started calling on Monday. I only today ran out. I TRIED to stay ahead of the curve. (The pharmacist is going to spot me a couple doses, it’s not dire.)
My biggest concern is: where in the hell is my very scrupulous, organized doctor of twenty (20) years? Usually if she’s on vacation, I get booted to an answering service instead of just voicemail. My anxiety: “Obviously, dead in a ditch. With amnesia. Dead amnesia.”
UPDATE: While I *personally* have no proof of prescribing-doctor life, my pharmacist says refill is go.
