I am at the mercy of my doctors. Last Christmas when I had a drug crashed, it was the week between Christmas and New Years. I crashed from NOT taking a drug I was on, because they were so expensive. My "C" drug was the most expensive of all the other drugs I take.
When I crashed, I went to the pharmacist crying as I spoke. Could I go back on my old drugs?
It worked out... since I popped about three pills that day before leaving the store.
( Not suppose to do that!!)
So when I was about to run out this week.... of the magical "C" drug the doctors insist I remain taking.... there was, in a panic. I had six pills left, the pharmacy wanted $126 a month. The mail-away needed a doctor's request note since they didn't have it, and they said it could take two weeks.
I was out of samples.
The doctor I see is on overload, not taking new patients, and when I called to ask what I should do about the drug, I couldn't get someone to answer the phone. I knew they were there, but I kept getting the "away from my desk" answering machine. I actually considered taking a trip to the ER just to get some help, but I was afraid I would be admitted.
On about the sixth call, I got the office staff, and explained the situation. She said she had a fax page about my drug. WOW!! I was a fax page. She said she would call the mail-in company, but it would take two weeks. The local pharmacist had already told me to dial down my pills, taking them every other day or I would crash. So I told her my plan. She said she actually had some samples.
(The doctor told me he couldn't give me any more last time.) "REALLY?" I told her. "I can get some samples? I was about to freak-out." She told me I could pick them up that afternoon.
Thankfully NO Crash!