I go to the VA today because I was finally like f*ck it, I was at least doing better on the f*cken meds.
So I go to the pharmacy, lot of older vets. I'm the youngest guy in there with a beard and I feel too
much attention. It's almost like I don't even want the chance of anybody asking questions about deployment or any of that.
Not that I have anything against anyone. I wish it was easy for me to open up.
So I go to the window ID ready, and the dickhead notifies me in a semi-rude manor that I must grab a number from the red thing.
I grab it. I sit down. He calls number 99. I get up with my stupid ass number 99 return back to the window like really???
Was that necessary dude?
He say's I can't be refilled unless the Doc writes it up. So I got super pissed and said aloud, "f*cken bullshit."
Drove to where my Doc is located. As I was getting an appointment set up 7 days from now, he walks out all hunky dory.
I tell him the deal, he informs me it's because I've been MIA for so long. When the last time I told him my deal, his response was
"Ah, well... that probably isn't gunna go away." I'm like no shit. So anyway he don't give any f*cks. I can see it.
He asks if it's cool about the 7 day wait. I respond, "We'll I'm pretty sure I have a chemical imbalance so you tell me..."
End of the story I got a refill, and appointment for next wed.
Calmed my ass down returned to the pharmacy picked it up.