Un-frikkin-believable

If you are not a fan of venting move on to the next blog in your favourites...
seriously...

Okay, I warned you.

I'm simply trying to get a typhoid vaccine.
Easy right?
Not.

Go back to June 26th 2006. The begining of this seemingly never ending road to parenting. I was going to be a mommy in 6-9 months. Wow! the excitement! The thrill! The debt! The worry!

Off I go to the doctor to get my medical clearance. While I'm there I get a TB test and we discuss immunizations. It is decided I will get my routine immunizations updated that day (2 shots) and will get the Heb a + b series starting the following week. Closer to travel I will get typhoid. Right arm, left arm, tb test and off I go.

Fast forward 862 days. Early last week. I need my typhoid immunization stat. Chatting with the travel clinic I determine that they need a record of my routine immunizations...so I call my doctor to get them but...wait for it...there is no record of the June 26th shots. NO RECORD. Apparently I never had them. Can't use the travel clinic until I get it straightened out.

Day 869. This past monday. The doctor's office will do the immunization for Typhoid but I have been told to call 24 hours in advance so they can order it in. I call Monday at 9am. I have an appointment Tuesday at 12:10. I take the WHOLE DAY off work because I will need to sit 30 minutes after the shot and my doctor is 45 minutes from my school...

I get there. No vaccine has been ordered. Un-frikkin-believable.

But it gets better. worse. better. whatever... I move on. Or so I think.

I take my prescription to the pharmacy in the clinic building.
There is a line up. I read the sign as I wait.
Town Center Pharmacy hours...10am-8pm Monday to Friday.
My turn...
I comment on the convienience, specifically mentioning the hours the pharmacy is open.
I tell them the clinic is injecting me Wednesday between 6 and 7 pm giving me time to sit 30 minutes before they close at 8. She says great, the delivery will arrive by 11 am. I repeat that I will arrive just before my injection time. She even looks up the price for me. We chat. We are practically friends (I don't know any of these people because I DON'T go to pharmacies. EVER.

Fast forward to today. Get my Oprah, get my large steeped tea double milk, walk over to the clinic, the pharmacy is CLOSED! The one with the 10 - 8 hours POSTED ON THE FRIKKEN DOOR.

Why, why would there be hours for the Town CENTRE Pharmacy
on the door of the Town CLINIC Pharmacy?

Who knew there were 2 pharmacies under the same management in a town without a McD's...without a KFC...without a public high school.

Come back tomorrow and I will report on the conclusion of this story...
somehow I need to finish work at 3:30. Be at the CLINIC Pharmacy by 4:15 pm (40 minutes away) so that I can have the injection by 4:20, sit for 30 minutes before they close at 5pm.
OR
Wait until next Wednesday (but the injection needs to happen a full 2 weeks before exposure and a miracle may occure at any minute and I will receive the travel call...

So...