I knew that being pregnant would more than likely cause a little emotional influx, but I have more curves and hills than a roller coaster. Take filling a prescription for example. I had my prenatal vitamins filled at HEB Friday before leaving for Houston. In a rush, I just grabbed them and hit the road. Once in Houston I realized they had filled the prescription with the generic brand which for some reason cost MORE than name brand with my insurance. Monday morning I politely called to inquire about the difference in price and my options. That nasty biotch at the pharmacy wouldn't even give me the price difference. She just kept saying that there is a sign that says they fill generics if not otherwise specified and that there was nothing she could do about it. If I wanted the brand name I would have to call the insurance company and see what they could do. So obviously I was pretty annoyed. And what did I do? Start crying! My poor roommate at work had to endure the crazy flood of tears while I'm sure trying not to laugh at how ridiculous I was being.
Well, I thought I had composed myself before calling the insurance company. The guy I talked to was so extremely nice, even though he couldn't help. This, of course, sent me into another crying fit. At this point I am so disgusted with myself for crying that I cry even more. The whole thing is out of control and a little weird. I clearly cannot handle this situation so I called my husband and told him the pharmacy had me in a fit of tears (which he is getting used to) and that I needed help. He immediately took action and had the entire situation under control in one afternoon which made me cry AGAIN.
The next day I woke feeling much better (or so I thought). Apparently, I was wrong. No tears thank goodness, but I did use quite a bit of sign language with the other drivers on the way to work. At one point I even rolled down my window to yell something. Seriously?! I think I'm ready to exit to the left...
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