Today, I was asked to sign a narcotics form at my doctor’s office…. promising that I would not call the doctor after hours and beg for refills, or pester the pharmacist for early refills, or ever say that my drugs were lost/stolen/eaten by the dog, or ever hoard my drugs. They asked for my pharmacy name and made me sign my name on a line that said this is the SOLE pharmacy that I would get my drugs at. I think I’m being profiled as a middle class, white, female prescription drug addict.
It was probably not a good move on my part to show up at the doctor’s office without makeup and with bed head….. in hindsight, I understand her shifty eyes and concern. She’s never seen me without makeup or jewelry. I guess I might have looked like a junkie… begging for pain meds.
She would not give me any vicodin. I understand that….. I just finished telling her that I had taken my last vicodin pill. So she switched me to another narcotic that is less powerful, but not less addicting. Like I’m addicted! I took 15 pills over a period of a month for dental pain. That’s half a pill a day, not what I would call addicted. And I took eight of them the first week! So that left me seven pills for three weeks!
Needless to say, I felt somewhat humbled today. I called my dear husband and told him I had to sign up for Narcs Anonymous today. He scared me by asking if the sheet said they send a copy to the police!?! Um, no, it didn’t mention law enforcement. And yes, I read the whole thing! Every word, because I found it amusing that I was required to sign it. It also taught me interesting facts about addictive behaviors… I never thought of some of those ideas before today! My dog ate the pills! Pffft! The dog would be in a coma for weeks! And the pills smell and taste horrible… I don’t think our picky dog would even be tempted!
After the doctor I went to Target at 2:00 pm to fill the script for the six pills to get me through two more days of dental pain. Guess what? They take their lunch at 2:00 pm. So my new drugs would not be ready for an hour. I needed a nap! So I went home without my new pills that the doctor is hoping I’m not addicted to. I never went back and got them. See! I’m not addicted, …. OK!?
I understand hoarding scrapbooking supplies and fabric… but not outdated prescription drugs. Good grief.
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