Good morning all from a cloudy Glasgow, where it's 7°
Yesterday turned out to be quite a stressful day.
I had decided to go to Paisley to organise a refund for a non delivery, from a well known retailer, which I have been chasing for the last month.
It turns out that the refund could only be done in the shop, since I ordered the goods in the shop, not online. 😡
My plan was then to leave my car, jump on the bus and find out why I hadn't received a text, notifying me my prescriptions were ready
However I wasn't feeling too good, so decided to phone first from my car, in case there was a problem.
There was indeed a problem, which the pharmacy failed to inform me of.
One of my heart medications, (the one to help prevent heart attacks) could not be sourced anywhere. Worryingly, I didn't have enough to get me over the weekend, due to the delay. My GP refuses to give me extra, in case such a scenario arises.
It was suggested that I phone my GP to ask for an alternative medication!!!
It went downhill after that!
Firstly, I couldn't get through to the surgery, Emergencies only said the recorded message. I hung on for ages, until someone eventually answered, only to be told that that particular medication wasn't on my repeat prescription!!! ^YÈS IT IS!
I emphasised that I have been on it for years. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
She insisted it wasn't and kept name other drugs on the repeat list. I could feel my heart rate increasing by the second.
Eventually, after I stressed the urgency, she agreed to get the surgery pharmacist to call me.
After calling back twice yesterday, I'm still waiting for a phone call from the surgery.
Not one to be fobbed off, I called the dispensing chemist again, spoke to another pharmacist, who told me that they may get a small delivery today, but she wouldn't know until late afternoon. No use to me.
I once again stressed the urgency and she suddenly managed to find fourteen pills to get me over the weekend!
DH, who was listening to the conversation and seeing how unwell I was, went and put his coat on and said he would drive me to collect them. 😍
I left DH to park the car in a tight spot and went to to collect the medication.
However, he never appeared: the key fob for his new car, had fallen apart. 😱
By the time I got home, I felt awful. A couple of hours of DHs TLC, a Turkish drama and a fair number of puffs of my heart spray, eventually settled things down.
I just want a quiet life.
I feel so much better today, thank goodness. That's the nature of my health, ups and downs. DH isn't golfing, so he will deal with housework, while I go and meet the workmen, who are repairing the church floor, before there is an accident.
I will come back and read your posts later.
It was good to see you posting yesterday Grey and Pitt, I hope your mum is more settled.
Have a good day folks and my thoughts are with all the poorly grans and their families..