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Just got off the phone with the ob/gyn advice nurse, who now has the pharmacy number, my number, is getting my chart, the doctor, and either finding a way to get this stupid scrip filled or giving me something different because THIS IS STUPID. If I don't hear from them in an hour or two, I'm to call the pharmacy 'cos they just called in something different likely and double-check it's there, then go pick it up, or pick up the... what is it, paxil? Sec...
...Ponstel, that's the name of it. Ponstel. WTF, Ponstel, why are you so difficult for my insurance company to accept and my pharmacist to deal with and my ob/gyn to DROP as a treatment idea and let me have some fucking codine or something? I hate you, Ponstel, and will continue to hate you unless and until I GET you in the next few hours and you make the pain stop and (ideally) knock me the fuck out/get me high as a kite so I stop caring about this last month's worth of frustration. I can't take the amatryptaline even though I've found it now because it'll knock me out and I won't call back to nag the pharmacy and doctor and GET SOMETHING DONE since clearly they are going to sit around with their thumbs up their collective asses unless I DO nag them... oh hush, yes I know it's another long sentence, COPE, Inner Whining Grammar Nazi. *twitchtwitchTWITCH* Did I mention that I'm going to be very happy when this is all dealt with and I can SLEEP?
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