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|Wed, 07-27-2005 - 10:45pm|
I went for my physical today. I had promised my doctor I would take care of this when I was done dealing with DH's cancer. She asked how he was, and I started to cry. So that's how my day started.
DH had a TON of medication at the house, and lots of medical parapernalia. So I decided to donate this stuff to his doctor's office. I wasn't prepared for how I would feel being there. The doctor's office is in the hospital complex where he spent a lot of time. Anyway, I took 3 bags of stuff into the doctor's office and gave it to the girl at the front desk. She asked if I wanted to see anyone in the back (doctors and nurses) and I was already starting to tear, so I said no, and turned around and left. Of course, I was full blown crying by the time I got back to the car. Then 10 minutes later my cell phone rang. I answered it and it was the girl at the front desk in the doctor's office. She said, "I need you to come back and get the medications - we can't accept them." HUH??? I told her to just throw them away. She said, "I can't do that, you have to come back." HUH??? I said, "What happens if I'm not coming back?" I mean, really, are they going to send the police to arrest me or something??? So finally she said she would throw them away, she would just have to "document it". Whatever. I was trying to do a nice thing. There was a period of time that my husband didn't have insurance. Some of the pills were antinausea medicines that were $600 for 3 pills... Somebody could have used that medicine. And that particular medicine was in sealed blister packs. UGH!
I ended my day at the dentist office to get a tooth pulled, where I got to have a fight with the nurses instead and left with the tooth still in my mouth...
Tomorrow will be a better day...