I said, "Uhm... we use King Soopers, Walgreens, and sometimes just the one right here..."
"The Good Day Pharmacy?"
"Uhmm... yeah, I think so."
"Okay." He touched a button, "I've faxed it there, you should check that it's there and pick it up. We'll have you back in your contacts in no time."
"Well... thanks." I said, and he showed me out.
I'd kind of expected a paper prescription, honestly. Old fashioned of me, I guess. When I called John to tell him to pick me up but that I had a prescription to get, he told me to check the price on it and then we might take it somewhere else and I interrupted to say, "But he FAXed it to the pharmacy."
"Oh." He said, and I was mildly satisfied that it wasn't just me...
The odd thing was that the pharmacy there didn't HAVE what I'd been prescribed. It would take until Monday for the special order to come in and they expected that I'd want it sooner than that. The doc had said that I should put the drops in immediately and then every three hours after that. Oops so no Monday delivery. So they said, "Just have them call us and we can transfer the prescription."
Oh. Okay... what a wonderful modern world we live in, no?
We went to Target pretty much as soon as John arrived, and went to their pharmacy to drop off the phone number. We wandered around the produce section and was quite cool for a bit, and when went back to see if they had what it was I needed. But the problem was that they hadn't been able to reach the Good Day pharmacy, because they'd CLOSED at 5:30, nearly as soon as we'd walked into Target. Gah. So no meds for me until tomorrow morning.
But, wow, what a string of errors, no? They said they'd call first thing in the morning and then call us to tell us if they had it. All more easily circumvented if I'd only gotten that stupid piece of paper, instead.
Sometimes I hate progress...