Yeah, I'm back. I had been meaning to update the world about my latest Ingles Pharmacy experiences; it was light fodder, but it is now a heavy trip, man.
OK, firstly, my husband- F.- stated to me that I do not understand how stock is ordered (re: previous update). Whatever, dude. But I am noting that here in case that fact is true.
You know what, though? It is still crazy there. Look:
1. I needed my daughter's med early, so I renewed her prescription two weeks before she was out. It was not available.
2. Renewed by phone. Not ready when we tried to obtain it. Had to come back after the weekend.
3. Renewed by phone, but had to be picked up the day after pick up attempt. It can be exasperating.
F. got his flu shot at the Ingles Pharmacy without any problem. There is no private room. I am telling everyone that in case they are shy about public pain.
But when it was my kids' turn, it was horrific.
First, when F. called to see if they take my kids' insurance, we were told to come up and that it would be run through the computer system. That seemed vague to me. I wanted to go to the health department instead, but my autistic daughter said that that place made her nervous. (Surprising, as Ingles is practically a disco.) Plus, a local gentleman had recently become very ill with the flu, and you could see in the online news article reporting his illness that he was in the Ingles in the "couplie" that accompanied the article, and that made me nervous.
So, we get there, and I notice that there is no definitive line for flu shots. There is a pick up area on the left, and a drop off one on the right. There seemed to be a flu shot line in the no man's land between the two above mentioned areas. Two women- Heidi and Burberry- were waiting in said line. There was no sign stating: "Line up here for flu shots." I left to take my kid to the ladies' room.
When I got back, I helped F. fill out forms. We waited in the vague line. When the pharmacist approached the counter and took the women's forms, F. attempted to give our forms, too, only to be told that other people were waiting first. She refused to take our paperwork. F. looked at Burberry, totally flabbergasted. I could tell that she was compassionate.
F. was not butting at all. This rude pharmacist was collecting the flu shot paperwork. Would it really have killed her to take one more clipboard? Were three clipboards too much for her? Irrational accusations are her forte, and that scares me.
On top of this, two people arrived to pick up meds, and they were helped by the rude pharmacist. And they came after us. And they did not have to wait. Or be falsely accused.
On top of this squared, another woman came to get a shot. She filled out her paperwork and tried to butt in front of us when a second pharmacist came to the pick up counter and asked if anyone needed help. Hey, it was a free-for-all, as you can see. By this time, Heidi had been stuck and Burberry had left for a bit because it was so intense. My one kid was partially laying down as usual, and I was beseeching F. to leave.
And you know what? They did not take my kids' insurance anyway. All that drama for nothing. We were told to go to a doctor, which internally cracked me up because Haywood Pediatrics refuses to treat well kids.
Another crazy thing- F. had mentioned that the new pharmacist was rude prior to our experience. No place is safe from baseness anymore.
We moved on to the health department. On a positive note, I got to tell the hippie moms protesting the flu shots there that I did not want their propaganda after realizing that they were nuts and did not work for the health department. I politely folded their paperwork, but could not locate a trashcan. They giggled and were still there when we left, armed with paranoia and unarmed against illness. Who cares if a baby or a child fighting cancer has to be admitted to the ICU, right? Giggle away, ignoramuses, until a cough stops you.
Title: "The New Flu Revue". Coming right at you!
(Note: Stars reduced by one to garner attention. The rest of Ingles is just fine.) read more