We’re psychic or what?

You know where I’m going with this don’t you (see previous post).

Yep, we rang the pharmacy at 3.30.
‘No sir, I’m sorry but we haven’t received your prescription yet.’
It’s chucking it down outside, so we don yellows (all three of us) and pile in the car.
Mr Tarmac and Co have left for the day, leaving a coned off mound of caviar in the middle of the road which people are using as a roundabout.
We park up, and Hubby marches in, well, walks pretty fast with his two sticks.
He sees another young lady, equally pleasant and obliging who taps into her screen and says ‘It appears to have been done. Have you been next door?’
We explain about our phone call less than ten minutes ago.
‘It’s probably there now, but I’ll just check as I’ve just finished some “Urgents” .’
She then leafed through three trays brimming with prescriptions and lo and behold, Hubby’s was right at the bottom of the last tray.
‘Oh, it’s not been signed yet.’
It is two minutes to four.
Hubby is almost airborne by this time and I’m holding his arm to stop him crashing across the counter on a red cloud using his sticks as a propellor.
He says nothing, but he’s shaking.
The girl sees the look on his face (thunderous) and handing him the paper says
‘Why don’t you just take this next door and explain that it hasn’t been signed, though it should be OK to fill. If not, come back to me.’
We go into the pharmacy and see the guy who kindly put the meds to one side for us this morning. He smiles as he approaches.
We point out the lack of signature on the prescription, so he confers with the Head Honcho Pharmacist on duty. The guy nods his approval.
Hubby gets his meds and a repeat tick list of all of his medication.  He will be making a manual request in future, thus taking it out of the automatic ‘repeat’ cock up procedure.
As we are walking out, we thought we’d let the lassie in the office know we were sorted.
The door was locked.
It was 3 minutes past four.

In summary, let me tell you this little story, something I remember from years back , about four people named EverybodySomebodyAnybody, and Nobody (you can find it on an internet search under Who’s Job is It?).

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

Sheesh. Technology is supposed to improve things. It will kill us all.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to We’re psychic or what?

  1. fransiweinstein says:

    I have steam coming out of my ears and it’s not even my prescription. But things like this happen all the time. There is just an epidemic of stupid, careless, negligence in this world that drives me insane. The good news is, your husband has his medication. But at what cost to his blood pressure???? And yours???? Cheesh!!!!!

  2. colinandray says:

    I do love the system here. Even though I am paying for Health Insurance (to cover non-govt benefits), the end result is that the medical profession is a competitive business. When we came here in 1975, I was thrilled to be able to choose my own doctor, dentist etc., and if one proved disappointing, could simply find another one. Medical professionals who do not offer good service simply lose their customers. I love it!

  3. I’m glad your husband finally got his meds. Over here, the insurance companies are trying to force everyone into getting their prescription filled BY MAIL- through a pharmacy somewhere in Mexico, I believe. Those who have used that “service” say it’s a nightmare – prescriptions denied, wrong medications sent, or significant delays in much-needed medications. Our insurance company gave us the option of switching to mail-order or switching to the only local pharmacy chain they are affiliated with. We changed pharmacies because at least we can (maybe) count on the pharmacist to assure that the pills we pick up are the same ones the doctor actually ordered. So far the new pharmacy has been pretty efficient, so I’m ok with the switch (it’s closer to my new home, anyway), but I’m just waiting for the inevitable day when a letter arrives from the insurer telling us that now we have to mail-order or pay for the medicines ourselves.

    • Oh blimey, and I thought we had it bad. Being over 60, our meds are free, but this Doctor’s surgery is ten times worse than the one we had in Lincolnshire before. The buck stops at the head GP of the practice, who just happens to be the idiot Hubby ends up seeing. Tomorrow we are having a field trip to another town to check out their surgery for our requirements. Getting a prescription filled manually by us won’t be a problem as we’d be doing it anyway, so it’s just a matter of timing and distance.

  4. tidalscribe says:

    I immediately thought of those annoying posters ‘our staff will not tolerate abuse by patients/customers’ – they should add ‘even if we have driven them to maniacal despair’.

  5. That’s not good. Hope you have luck finding another place.

  6. Michael says:

    Goodness me, our pharmacies close at 6.30 each afternoon. Anyway I’m glad somebody got it sorted even though as you said anybody could have seen to it. Has Hubby settled now?

    • He’s calmed down and breathing normally now. The pharmacy is open late (11pm again today) so we can get OTC stuff, it’s just the GP side that falls on it arse due to poor management. I’d love to go in there and organise them!!!!

  7. colonialist says:

    Glad the meds actually got sorted in the nick of time!
    There is another character who is particularly active in South African political wrongdoing, named Someone Else. Someone Else is always to blame, no matter what.

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