I don't know about you but I love to hate going to the pharmacy, especially with the older pharmacy techs working the check out. Their judgemental eyes and facial expressions as they hand you your prescription. I love me some penicillin as much as the next person and I definitely wasn't blessed with the best health genes so some days I feel like a frequent flyer at Walgreens.
I was blessed with getting cold sores; I know what you're thinking why is this girl getting a prescription for this when she could get some Abreva over the counter and be on her merry little way. I used to be able to do that, but then these cold sores became immune, vicious, and started scaring my face! After that my dermatologist and primary doctor suggested getting a prescription for something stronger.
This past week, I woke up with yet again another cold sore. I called my doctor and told them, asking for a prescription. Normally, they give me 3-5 refills; oh but not this time. What did I get? There I am standing at the pharmacy pick up window, when the older woman hands me my prescription with the Grandmother disapproving look on her face. I was kind of confused by this but just blew it off normally they look at me weird ( kind of get used to it). Then I read the label on my pill bottle. The bottle said- Unlimited refills for a year. Awesome. The pharmacy tech thinks I have genital herpes. Wtf?! Lady look at my face, it's a cold sore for crying out loud- seriously lady. haha Gotta love people assuming things about you when they couldn't be more wrong.
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