So while I'm waiting to get medi-cal, I'm stuck going to my school pharmacist for my meds. This guy is a jerk on many levels. I've heard him argue with my doctors on the phone about giving me my full prescription of my ultrams because "he doesn't give that many to students at one time". He also kept calling me Alicia when my name is Alyssa, just because I'm not pasty white like most of the people in this racist town. Yesterday he went too far.
I've been on Elavil for a number of months now. I was told to start with 25 mg, and to go up until it worked, and was given a butlaod of refills on this first prescription. Since I've been getting bounced around between doctors, I haven't gotten an updated prescription and have been just refilling them more frequently. I've been at my current dose for a few months now, amd therefore refilling at the same rate.
When I went in yesterday to refill, the pharmacist said "already?", and I told him I didn't think it was his business. He told me to sit down and wait, and then called a doctor I no longer see, who was like "go ahead and fill it, why are you calling me". When I went back to the window to get my meds, I told the pharmacist that my medications were being worked out between me and my doctors, and he just FLIPPED OUT at me and started yelling. I had such a bad anxiety attack that I couldn't stop crying for about three hours. The asshole director of the health center didn't even want to help me. She could have called a crisis counselor from upstairs like I asked her to, but instead she threatened to call the campus police because I was "causing a disruption". The only reason she didn't was because I got myself together enough to call the director of the disability resource center and he came up and straightened out the situation. I'm still really upset about this, and really feel like, violated. These people are supposed to be helping me, and instead they're acting like jerks, violating my patient rights, and then act like I'm the problem. If the pharmacist had just filled the damn prescription like he has every other week for the past three months, instead of yelling at me, there would have never even been an issue. And calling the police in me because I can't stop crying? There were people up in the counseling center designated to handle these types of situations,
Does anybody know what the laws are about this kind of stuff? I'm wondering if I should try to find a lawyer. I don't know what I want to do more right now, have a cigarette, or smack my head into a wall a couple of dozen times. I'm feeling like I just can't handle dealing with this stuff anymore.