Broken HIPAAs and Cooler Joints
Nov. 10th, 2008 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThere was no swallowed crown. Just a sheared-off tooth, which is going to become a crown in a little over a week. Of course, before this could be diagnosed and the repair begun, I needed to fill out the SAT-length questionaire about my health, meds, and general welfare- not a whit of which had changed since the last disaster a few months back.
The filling is, in the dentist's own estimation, "unstable," designed to last just long enough for a longer appointment where he can put a more permanent temporary in until Davinci & Michaelangelo LLP deliver the final product. To prevent any attempted shenanigans on my part aimed at putting this off, my current piece of dental ephemera comes with a blue band around its midsection. Kinda like a "proof" label from a fotog, I suppose.
I do know how I'm gonna harass him back, though:
Me: Ron? That filling didn't work.
Him: Huh? It held up just fine.
Me: But I tried using my cell phone and printers and everything and even with the new computer, nothing.
Him: (affects that tilted-head expression of dogs and many readers of this page)
Me: But you TOLD me you were installing Bluetooth!
Barum bum.
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That task accomplished, I headed to another branch of the dreaded Cadeuceus in an effort to get a prescription picked up. It is on automatic renewal, and robocalls had already alerted me to its readiness. I pulled up to the drive-thru. In keeping with standard Walgreen architecture, the two-laner has a permanent sign pointing downward to both the window aisle and the pneumatic job one lane over, saying BOTH LANES OPEN.
Except when they're not. They helpfully blocked the further option with upended milk cartons.
No matter, though. I was the only one queueing, and to save time, I already had out, and in view of the pharmacist, my previous supply's bottle and my credit card.
Thus explaining the initial question, "Can I help you?"
This is where MAD magazine used to shine, with Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions designed to put such imbeciles back below sock level where their brains usually reside. Sadly, all I could manage was a gesticulation of the contents of my palms and the reply, "I'm here to renew this."
The magic tray opened and received my bounty. The ample supply of air in the empty bottle was matched only by the supply between the druggist's ears:
"What's the name on the prescription?"
You mean the name on the bottle AND credit card I just gave you? ::headsteeringwheel:: I repeated it aloud, in hopes of it having some kind of Rumplestiltskinlike effect on him.
Then he finally broke my spirit:
"How do you spell that?"
"THE WAY IT'S SPELLED ON THE BOTTLE AND THE CREDIT CARD, THAT'S HOW!"
I think I upset him. In fairness, though, it would have been worse if I'd offered the many other things I was thinking about his choice of profession, including (a) the blessings of his having chosen pharmacology rather than medical school, and (b) the likely shortage of Quaaludes in Amherst if there's ever a sudden run on them.
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I've added several more diddlybits to Barry the past few days, including the latest version of iTunes, which iRatherdespise with all its fancyass iconage. I was thrilled, though, to see that when I went through the drill to re-connect to my regular public radio podcasts, the top download on the service of all the available radio-related 'casts is....
This American Life.
And that led quickly to getting WaitWait back onboard, as well. Now I just have to get the file transfers right so I actually send THIS week's editions to the player rather than duplicating last week's all over again.
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Thanks-for-the-wishes, and love-for-the-just-being-who-you-are, to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katesti, who, bless her heart, no longer has nearly as much fun at the pharmacy trying to get them to spell out our formerly-shared last name.
The filling is, in the dentist's own estimation, "unstable," designed to last just long enough for a longer appointment where he can put a more permanent temporary in until Davinci & Michaelangelo LLP deliver the final product. To prevent any attempted shenanigans on my part aimed at putting this off, my current piece of dental ephemera comes with a blue band around its midsection. Kinda like a "proof" label from a fotog, I suppose.
I do know how I'm gonna harass him back, though:
Me: Ron? That filling didn't work.
Him: Huh? It held up just fine.
Me: But I tried using my cell phone and printers and everything and even with the new computer, nothing.
Him: (affects that tilted-head expression of dogs and many readers of this page)
Me: But you TOLD me you were installing Bluetooth!
Barum bum.
----
That task accomplished, I headed to another branch of the dreaded Cadeuceus in an effort to get a prescription picked up. It is on automatic renewal, and robocalls had already alerted me to its readiness. I pulled up to the drive-thru. In keeping with standard Walgreen architecture, the two-laner has a permanent sign pointing downward to both the window aisle and the pneumatic job one lane over, saying BOTH LANES OPEN.
Except when they're not. They helpfully blocked the further option with upended milk cartons.
No matter, though. I was the only one queueing, and to save time, I already had out, and in view of the pharmacist, my previous supply's bottle and my credit card.
Thus explaining the initial question, "Can I help you?"
This is where MAD magazine used to shine, with Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions designed to put such imbeciles back below sock level where their brains usually reside. Sadly, all I could manage was a gesticulation of the contents of my palms and the reply, "I'm here to renew this."
The magic tray opened and received my bounty. The ample supply of air in the empty bottle was matched only by the supply between the druggist's ears:
"What's the name on the prescription?"
You mean the name on the bottle AND credit card I just gave you? ::headsteeringwheel:: I repeated it aloud, in hopes of it having some kind of Rumplestiltskinlike effect on him.
Then he finally broke my spirit:
"How do you spell that?"
"THE WAY IT'S SPELLED ON THE BOTTLE AND THE CREDIT CARD, THAT'S HOW!"
I think I upset him. In fairness, though, it would have been worse if I'd offered the many other things I was thinking about his choice of profession, including (a) the blessings of his having chosen pharmacology rather than medical school, and (b) the likely shortage of Quaaludes in Amherst if there's ever a sudden run on them.
----
I've added several more diddlybits to Barry the past few days, including the latest version of iTunes, which iRatherdespise with all its fancyass iconage. I was thrilled, though, to see that when I went through the drill to re-connect to my regular public radio podcasts, the top download on the service of all the available radio-related 'casts is....
This American Life.
And that led quickly to getting WaitWait back onboard, as well. Now I just have to get the file transfers right so I actually send THIS week's editions to the player rather than duplicating last week's all over again.
----
Thanks-for-the-wishes, and love-for-the-just-being-who-you-are, to
katesti, who, bless her heart, no longer has nearly as much fun at the pharmacy trying to get them to spell out our formerly-shared last name.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2008-11-11 01:34 am (UTC)I, too, had to pick up prescription today. I was told it would be ready in 15 minutes. About 10 minutes later I was called to the pharmacy area of Walgreens for pick-up. Then I stood in line for 15 MORE minutes while some woman was told in excruciating detail how to give liquid medicine in a oral syringe to her toddler. Just how many ways can you say, "Stick in her mouth and squirt it in"? Apparently many, many ways.