After being assured on Monday that Ruby’s strep test was negative, and that strep did not include a cough or any upper respiratory stuff, we sent her to school yesterday, only to receive a call from the pediatrician an hour later confirming her positive overnight strep test. Lovely. Just what my day was missing. So I had to go over to school and pull her out in the middle of making a Valentine holder, causing her to cry for over half an hour. And the only solution to that problem turned out to be strawberry milk.
Of course, even with the crying solved, we still had the problem of the strep throat. Luckily we had the doctor call in the prescription to our regular pharmacy and that would soon be taken care of as well. Except that, unluckily, they were out of what we needed.
Since our regular pharmacy is good and nice and awesome, they called around town for us to find someone that did have the antibiotics that we needed. We were sent to the Walgreen’s pharmacy, and that’s where the fun started. When I arrived, the woman at the counter was shocked (SHOCKED!) that my pharmacy could possibly be out of amoxicillin. They use it for everything! It is winter! All people need it for all things! How on Earth could any responsible and decent pharmacy ever (EVER!) run short of such an important drug?! Ha ha, what a crappy pharmacy mine is. A good laugh was had all around.
Well, after our good joking times together, I was assured that the medicine would be ready in a few very short moments, so I waited. And waited. And waited. Ruby, who was not feeling great and was contagious, was waiting in the car, and I began to get increasingly worried and felt that I should check on her. “Oh no, it’s coming right up,” they told me over and over again, for about fifteen minutes. So now I am starting to miss my normal pharmacy, where their time frames are accurate.
Then I am asked if I want the flavoring in it. Isn’t it always pink and bubble gum flavored? It is at every pharmacy I’ve ever been to. Nope. Here at Walgreen’s it costs extra to make it pink and less vile. I declined, on principle, although regretted it later when I was handed a bottle full of nasty white phlegmy looking stuff that smelled horrible. Seriously?
But the best part was, they informed me that they only had enough on hand for a third of the prescription. I would have to come back the next day to get the rest. Not without snark, I said to the woman, “So now you’re out of amoxicillin too.”
“We’re not out,” she responded, a little too defensively. “You have enough to get you through tomorrow.”
“But….now you’re out of it.”
“No, we have some right here.”
“But if someone else comes in, you will have to tell them you are out of it…”
“………”
You suck, Walgreen’s pharmacy. I’ll never use you again, that’s for sure. I’ll drive to the next town over if I have to. And yes, I was serious when I said I would post that opinion on the internet.