I’ve been off my meds for about a week now, and it’s really getting to me.
I didn’t go off them on purpose. It was an accident. I tried to get back on them as soon as I could. But I kept encountering roadblocks.
It happened like this. My husband and I flew down to Florida to pick up a car that his mother was giving us. We drove it home to Ohio, stopping at a nice hotel in northern Georgia. When we got home, I discovered that the bag I keep my pills in was gone.
Replacement Pills
Let me start by saying that yes, I am an idiot. I had simply taken the bag of pills and put it in our travel duffel. I know I should have one of those pill caddies so I could divide up my meds and take with me only as many as I need. But I didn’t, so when the bag disappeared, so did my entire supply for the month. I had to start replacing them.
My non-psychotropics were no problem. I simply went on my PCP’s patient portal, explained what happened, and requested new prescriptions. The doctor’s office sent them promptly to my pharmacy. I called the pharmacy to let them know what was going on. They sounded like it was no big deal. They did say that, as I was basically asking for a refill before it was time for one, my insurance company likely wouldn’t pick up the tab. That was fine. All my scripts were generics, and the pharmacy had a discount card that they applied to the costs, so it wasn’t a big financial hit. The next day, I had my physical medication needs restocked. No big hassle.
The psychotropics, not so much.
Hassles
We arrived home and discovered that the bag of prescriptions was missing late on Friday. I called the hotel we stayed at to ask whether the bag had been found. They said they would check with housekeeping the next morning. It actually took until Monday for them to determine that no, housekeeping denied all knowledge of the bag of pill bottles.
I called our pharmacy Saturday morning to find out what the process would be to refill them. I had a hunch it wouldn’t be as straightforward as the other prescriptions had been. I was right.
I would have to see my doctor to get new prescriptions ordered. They worked me in on Tuesday, the first day he was in the office. I was also told that I would need to make a police report. Two of my prescriptions were for controlled substances, an anti-anxiety med and a sleep aid. I naively thought those were the only two I’d have trouble refilling.
I tried to picture myself calling the police four states away, saying that I most likely left my medications in the hotel room, and could they please investigate. Maybe police departments are used to this kind of thing, but even if they do it all the time, I assumed that the wheels of justice would grind slowly, and they wouldn’t make it a priority. Not when it was likely a case of stupidity, not a crime.
I went to the doctor’s office on Tuesday. He listened to my story, agreed that I should have a pill caddy, and sent new prescriptions to the pharmacy over the computer. I saw him do it. I thought that would be the end of it.
Phone Tag
That was not the end of it. When I called the pharmacy to see when my meds would be ready, I was told that they couldn’t fill the prescriptions because it was too soon. I explained again about the missing bag of prescriptions and was told that I had to get new prescriptions and file a police report. I told them that I had seen the doctor just that morning and had watched him send the new prescriptions. And that the doctor had not told me I had to file a police report under these circumstances.
The pharmacy told me that the doctor had to verbally authorize filling the prescriptions early. Fine. I thought that the pharmacy would reach out to the doctor’s office, as they do when there are no refills on a prescription. But no. The doctor’s office would have to call them. By that time, the doctor’s office was closed, and Dr. G. wouldn’t be back in until Thursday.
Wednesday was spent alternately making calls to the pharmacy and the doctor’s office. The pharmacy said that speaking to the medical assistant would be good enough. But, of course, again, they didn’t mention that the office would have to call them. I spent the day trying to get the two entities to talk to each other. Each time I called the pharmacy, I spoke to a different person who had no notes on what had gone before and started all over about it being too early to refill and needing a police report. Each time I called the doctor’s office, I was told they had spoken to the pharmacy or had just left for the day.
Thursday, I had been unmedicated for a week. I wasn’t sleeping more than three hours a night, and my anxiety was working overtime. I was mentally dizzy from all the runarounds and explanations. I couldn’t remember whom I had talked to last or what I’d told them. I didn’t have enough executive function to write everything down, with a timeline and names. My voice as I spoke to the various parties was rising in pitch and lowering in coherence.
At last, I called late Thursday afternoon, and my prescriptions were ready. But only the controlled substances. The mood stabilizer and SSRI hadn’t been filled. It was too soon, I was told. Oh, they were new prescriptions? Had I filed a police report?
I’m going online right now and ordering a pill caddy.












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