Mom got home about 5 pm last night. She was in a lot of pain. She showed me the incision – about 6 inches long – on her abdomen. My sister was worn out and decided she wanted to go home and see her husband.
They had stopped at Rite Aid to get her prescription for Vicodin filled. The clerk told them that it would not be ready until after 8 pm. That is three fucking hours to fill a simple prescription.
After getting Mom settled and feeding her some dinner (Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup) I went down to Rite Aid a little after 7 pm. Not only was the prescription still not filled, but the clerks were snotty and rude.
“They were told when this was dropped off that it wouldn’t be ready until after 8.”
They certainly didn’t look busy. I was the only car in the drive-thru and I could see the front counter thru the window and there were no customers. I explained the situation, telling them that my 82 year-old mother was crying in pain and had just got home from having surgery. (Mom wasn’t crying when I left but she had been when she first got home.)
The other clerk (there were two) told me they were really behind because they only had one pharmacist and repeated that it would not be ready until after 8 pm. I was tempted to tell them I would wait and then sit there blocking the drive-thru window until they gave me her medicine, but I settled for rolling my eyes and driving away.
When I came back at 8:15 the prescription was ready. It was a different clerk and she was polite.
From now on we will be using the Walgreens across the street from Rite Aid. They not only have a drive-thru but they are open 24 hours. Fuck Rite Aid.
I stayed with Mom until she went to bed. She assured me she would survive the night without me, and said she would call me if she needed anything.
Patti (my favorite niece) has the morning shift.