Q1) Are you the proud owner of a prescription slip?
To the pharmacy!
Q2) Do you have the slip but can’t actually leave the house right now?
A friend can collect your meds for you if you give them the slip and they know your birthday and address.
Q3) (you don’t have a slip) Is it a weekday?
Ring the Doctors and ask for an emergency prescription (it might be helpful to be mildly alarmist with the receptionist if it is a busy surgery)
Q4) Are phones a deal breaker?
Get kindly friend to call for you – d.o.b and address needed.
Q5) (you don’t have a prescription slip and it’s a weekend) Do you still have an old prescription slip or a box that your meds came in?
Got to the pharmacy, most pharmacists will be able to prescribe a ~3 day supply to tide you over under these circumstances. Even if you don’t have the box but are on their records for collecting those meds over the last few months they can likely still help you.
Q6) Is it a Sunday?
Go as soon as possible, most pharmacies close by 11am.
Q7) Is this like the 5th time this has happened?
Ask your Doctor to set up a repeat prescription so you don’t need to get a new slip every fortnight/month and talk to your pharmacist. Many have a text alert system scheme so you’ll get a message reminding you when your meds are ready.
—-No withdrawal and nice shiny well maintained meds regime—-
I want to send good vibes out there to all who’re starting new medicines. It can be a difficult and scary time. I hope your medicine does what it’s supposed to, and the side effects are manageable (if they exist).
i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
In the 80s when I was in my freshman year in college, they still had entirely separate mens and women’s dorms. I was in class waiting for a final to start and one of the guys was telling someone about how he had had to go into a women’s dorm to drop something off, and he was startled to see posters on the walls, flowers, curtains, etc. He said his men’s dorm had holes in the walls, things on fire, fights, guys walking around with open wounds and he just didn’t understand why they had to live like this. He said, “I want to live with the women, in civilization.”
Am reading Sisterhood of Spies, about women working for the OSS during WWII. One of the stories mentions that the women in London had a male visitor who would eat in their mess hall once a month. He was married and wasn’t interested in hitting on any of the women; he just wanted to eat in an atmosphere where people said “Please pass the butter,” instead of “PASS THE GODDAMNED GREASE”
I dated a guy who brought me along on group activities (movies, video game night, etc.) with four or five other male friends. Once I mentioned to one of the other guys that I hoped I wasn’t intruding on their “guy time” or some such. He got this sort of rueful look and said, “The truth is, I really like it when you’re here because it gives us a reason to act better. When it’s just guys, we all have to try to outdo each other with how vile we are.”
So the moral of these stories are men don’t even treat each other like human beings.
