My days are spinning out of control, with more crises to attend to and less available time to do much more than race around with my hair on fire. Out of all this, just one thing, the 5 mg prednisone refill through CVS Caremark mail delivery. Reported on in my 6/3 posting “Today’s catch-22”, about this prescription refill gone awry for weeks (after, apparently, being sent for pickup at a local CVS pharmacy), a sad story that ended with the following exchange between someone I believed to be an actual human agent or representative of CVS Caremark, who went on:
to present me with an apology and the news that my prednisone would go out to me this very afternoon. Cautiously, I explained that I was disabled and housebound (she already had my birthdate, so she knew I was really old) and needed reassurance that it was going out in the mail. To my home address.
“Oh yes, sir. To your home address. It should take a few days.”
That was 6/3. It is now 6/12, 9 days later, and today’s mail has come, with a new issue of the New Yorker in it, but no prednisone. We’re now down to composing a 5 mg dosage from smaller-dose pills that we have left over from earlier prescriptions. Crisis time is on the horizon.
I am now seized with alarm, with a feeling of dread that this refill, like the previous one, is in the wind, not in the mail. Let me explain.
