Sometimes I find myself wondering if I’m living some kind of television show.

Recently we discovered I needed a refill on one of my prescriptions. My doctor has said that I cannot miss a dose of this particular med, and I need to take it at the same time every day. To make this happen, I have set an alarm when it’s time to take it every day. And we are finding that this particular prescription is working – I like to say, ‘working in a big way’.

So – Mike and I took it into our pharmacy as it clearly indicated I had remaining refills, but the pharmacy told me they needed a confirmation from the doctor. What’s up with that? If the doctor called it in initially and set the number of refills, why can’t we just alert the pharmacy that according to schedule defined by the doctor, it’s time for them to refill it? The pharmacy did offer to call the doctor, refill it and text me to let me know when it’s ready. Hmmm…

So, when we came home, I called the doctor’s office, pressed 3 for refills, gave them my name and number and let them know the pharmacy wanted them to confirm I could indeed have a refill – I even left them the number of the pharmacy. (Isn’t this starting to feel like an episode of Seinfeld?) Thank heavens I didn’t wait until the last minute.  We waited two days and find that Friday afternoon has come, and we haven’t heard from either the doctor’s office or the pharmacy. We knew that as of Friday evening, I would be out of it, and didn’t want to take a chance to go through the weekend without this medicine. Things have just been going too well, and I cannot afford and just don’t want to jeopardize that.

You’ve heard me mention more than once that Mike is truly my superhero. He and I talk about it, and decide that since we had not heard from the doctor rather than wait for a call, to hop in the car right away and head up to the doctor’s office as they close early on Friday afternoon. We get Rainier all set in the ‘Yawn cave’, hop into the ‘Yawn mobile’ and began our journey – let me add, it’s not a short drive. We make it to the office just in time…whew!

As we walk in the office, the nurse immediately recognizes me. She’s a little puzzled as to why we are there. She told us that she had confirmed my refill and was just going to call me and let me know. She also confirmed that they did not want me to go the weekend without this prescription. We explain that we thought that might be the case – but that the pharmacy was still saying ‘you’re out of luck.’  So the nurse kindly offers to call the pharmacy again. She comes back and says she doesn’t know what’s going on. The pharmacist had even remembered me coming in. The nurse says the pharmacy confirms that not only will they refill my prescription but that it is indeed ready for pick up. Yay!

So Mike and I hop back into the ‘Yawn mobile’ and head straight to the pharmacy. We walk into the pharmacy feeling very confident. When we give them my name, they say they don’t have anything ready for me. What? Are you kidding me? We explain that the nurse had recently spoken to them and that they had told her to tell me it was ready for pick up. The pharmacist then says – ‘okay would you like to wait while we fill it? It could take 10-15 minutes.’ Of course we say yes. Does this seem whackadoodle to anyone else?

We then sit down with our iPads in the waiting area. As we wait, I can almost hear the music playing in the background from, you guessed it, Jeopardy!. It’s like we’ve said we’ll take my refill for 15.  Folks are coming up getting their prescriptions filled and they are saying they’ll take theirs for 5 or right now. One person even said they’ll take theirs for 20.

Geez – remember the days when all of this was a little more automated? Are we going backwards?

Finally they text me….yep you got it – they text first, and then a few minutes they later call my name. We pick up my prescription and head back to the ‘Yawn cave.’ What an afternoon! But now ready for our weekend.

Can you see what I mean? Sitcom, or game show – what do you think?

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It’s official – I’m beginning a new year. Before I go any further, I want to say thank you to all of you for thinking of me. Please know that I am grateful for every single Facebook, text, and Twitter birthday wish.

I was all set on what to write about today but I had an experience Sunday that I hope will get you thinking, as it did me, and maybe help you find a blessing in your world.

Sometimes we don’t realize, or we just forget, how the smallest things can have the greatest impact. Sometimes a blessing can present itself in just three simple words. Take a second to check out these phrases, and think about that…
I love you!
I miss you!
Happy Birthday [insert your name]
Thank you [insert your name]
How are you?
Stay the course!
Don’t give up!
You got this!
We got this!
…and I’m sure there are so many more.

Sunday at North Point, someone who has become very dear to us – a retired doctor, (former neurologist) and one of the first of folks I spoke to about my health a little over a year ago – went out of his way to come and check on me. Don’t get me wrong; we speak every week. But he made it a point to come over and ask: “How’s your health?” I responded hesitantly. He then asked if I’d changed doctors as he’d suggested. I said yes, and shared a little how things are changing in my treatment. His response was “great!”

He then continued with:
“Things can’t get better Robyn without change. Just hang in there…stay the course! That’s what I used to tell folks all the time. You got this!” His tone and how he reached out just moved me.

Then in the opening songs, we sang an updated version of “It is well with my soul.”

I have to admit – I already felt a little emotional for a variety of reasons, but mostly because it was 9/11 a day I will never forget. But then, as the service was over he gave me a look, a thumb’s up, and mouthed “You got this” again as he and his wife slipped out early.

You know, he’s right – things can’t get better without change. I am on a new course, and I am going to rejoice in that as I begin my new year. And you know, those words of Horatio Spafford ring so true: More importantly than my health, and regardless of everything, I’m happy to share “It is well with my soul!” as my new year begins!

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I’m not the only one singing in the backyard

It’s a little before dawn at our house and Rainier wants to go out (for the third time I might add). So I slip the Fitbit into my pajama pocket – don’t want to miss out on the steps – and head downstairs. Candidly, I kinda wanted just a few more minutes upstairs. I have […]

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Cue the eagle

I promised when I kicked off this series that I would share the good and the most challenging parts of my journey…along with my soul. This is a little tough for me because I’m not very good at sharing my soul. The last two weeks have been extraordinarily challenging for me. So much so that […]

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