Well – just when I think things can’t get worse at the cancer clinic – they do. It’s happening fast. Ron is starting to hurt now. He has never liked taking medication for anything and it’s been a struggle for me to even get him to take Tylenol. But the pain is getting so bad for him now that’s not strong enough. I called the cancer clinic this morning and they agreed to call in an order for stronger pain medication to the pharmacy near us and I could pick it up on the way home. But could they leave it at that? Nooooo – of course not. Some nurse decided that he should go see his family GP for pain medication. That means at least a 2 or 3-day wait to get in. Once we do get an appointment, then it’s usually a good half hour or more wait to actually get in to see the doctor – who is not exactly a warm and fuzzy kind of a guy. He’s more like a “let me look at you; write prescription, next !” kind of a guy. Ron did not want to go this route. He is hurting NOW. TODAY. And this nurse pulls this shit. Not only that – but they called Ron to tell him. Not me!!!!!! Now he’s scared, hurting, scared of hurting more and upset that he can’t get anything for a few days.
I AM LIVID and needing to vent.
Well - apparently they couldn't prescribe the drugs over the phone because they contain opiates and a doctor needs to do that and *surprise* his oncologist is out of town.
I did get him into see his family doctor on an emergency basis. So now he has something stronger to take for the pain.
Still seems like a screwed up system though.