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This has been a day I'll probably regret for the rest of my life. Literally. I returned the prescribed medicine to the VA and told them I wasn't taking it. The nurse asked me why, and I told him that I knew it would kill me, and knowing that it would kill me is tantamount to committing suicide, and I refused to do that.
He called the doctor right in front of me, told him that I brought the medicine back and refused to take it, and was requesting that the doctor renew my old prescriptions that he hadn't renewed at my last visit. According to what I witnessed, the doctor told him that he would do that. He hung up, and said that everything would be fine. The doctor would renew my old prescriptions of methotrexate and hydroxychloroquine, and see me at my next appointment next April.
The VA nurse told me to take the medicine I returned to the pharmacy, and wait for a while for the doctor to renew my prescriptions. I took the medicine to the pharmacy, took a number to take to the interviewers who check everything out while the prescription is being made up. The interviewer was rude, of course, and demanded to know why I was bringing it back. I half-way explained, and asked her if any of my prescriptions had been renewed today. Not yet.
I waited a couple of hours by walking around in the hospital halls, then went back to ask the nurse if he was certain the doctor had agreed to renew my old prescriptions. He told me he was sure, and to go back and check again. He wouldn't give me no phone number to check with him from home, and that's when I got suspicious something might be amiss.
The one good thing about it was that when I went back to the pharmacy and took another number that meant I'd have to wait another hour before I could talk to an interviewer, then when I did, she said that no renewal prescriptions had been entered into the computer system, but she could give me a two-week emergency supply until something happened. The proviso for that was that I'd have to wait and get it in person, which meant another hour, but this shit was adding up.
It did take another hour for my name to come up on the ready list, and when I waited another thirty minutes or so to get to the prescription window itself to get my drugs, I asked the guy behind the window if any new refills for today had arrived, and he looked at his computer monitor and said one word, "No."
So, I drove the hundred miles back home. About an hour ago I checked my prescriptions on the VA web site and no refills had been entered. I doubt that they will be. My experience tells me they are going to "teach me a lesson" and force me to go without any medicine for four months. I already know that's gonna be a real drag, man, a real, perhaps painfully, paralyzing drag.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
