It’s the problem that never ends…

It goes on and on my friends.

Some people starting helping me not knowing what it was,

And they’ll continue helping me forever just because…

It is the problem that never ends…

It goes on and on my friends.

Some people starting helping me not knowing what it was,

And they’ll continue helping me forever just because…

It is the problem that never ends…

X infinity…

So goes my visit to the pharmacy…same problem, different day…it goes on and on…

How hard is it? I’m almost out of test strips. I need more. Nuff said, right?

Granted, I’m RARELY almost out of test strips. Today’s problem presented itself because I keep them everywhere, so I take for granted that some are always around…only this time, all my stashes ran out at the same time.

Hence, my visit to the pharmacy…

Hence…the problem that never ends.

Do I order test strips for all three, and they give me one box for each boy and mail me the rest. Or do I ask to fill just one and make life easier on everyone. Fill one, mail the rest. Easy peasy.

Not.

The pharmacist says, “I only have 2 boxes to give you.” (That’s 200 test strips.)

Me, “If you mail me the rest, I won’t get them for ten days. 8 checks a day for 10 days is 240 test strips. I need one more box please.”

The pharmacist says, “I don’t have any more.”

(AHHH, the dance…)

Me, “I’m pretty sure you do.”

The pharmacist says, “I don’t have very many, and I have other patients coming that need them.”

Me, “Well there is the problem!! You are treating my family like one patient. When in fact, I have three separate patients that need supplies!” (I take each boys card and set them in front of him, one by one.)

The pharmacist says, “You really shouldn’t wait until the last min…”

Me, “I’m going to stop you there. I usually don’t wait until the last minute on strips, we just keep them everywhere…and I usually have some somewhere. This is an isolated incident, but that doesn’t really matter now because I don’t think coming into the pharmacy and asking for ONE box of test strips per boy is asking too much.”

The pharmacist says, “Well, I’ll look in the back if I have more, but I should tell you, they really shouldn’t be sharing prescriptions. Each boy should use their own prescription.”

(I swear on my blood ketone strips he said this.)

Me, (((SILENT STARE))) Blink………………….Blink…………………..Blink………….. “I’m not going to try to explain what our life is like, but I will say that besides the fact that boys all use the exact same prescriptions, not sharing their prescriptions is impossible. What you need to focus on here is the fact that you need to see my boys as three separate patients. What you have here are three patients, in a row, that are out of test strips.”

He leaves.

He ends up giving me seven boxes…he gives me a crooked half grin, “I found some extras in the back.”

(((!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)))

You know, for the past two weeks I KNEW it was time to order test strips. It was on my calendar. I spoke to my sister in law at least 3 times about it…but life happens.

He was totally right; I shouldn’t wait until the last minute. But more important than that is the lesson I hope HE learned today: Saying stupid stuff won’t make me go away.

Until next time Mr. Pharmacist.

BWA HAHAHAHAHA! (That is my best evil laugh. Right now, it just seems SOOO appropriate.)