got to spend an hour on the phone with my insurance company, followed by the most fucktastic conversation i have ever had with a healthcare professional. possibly. aside from the one time this ER doctor didn’t even look at my mom’s severe drug allergies and wanted to prescribe her exactly what she’s allergic to, EVEN THOUGH THEY FLAG THEM AT TRIAGE. but i digress.
this fucking pharmacist ughhhh. like, buddy, first of all you are literally drunk. i could smell you from across the damn counter. second, don’t tell me some shit about how you can’t combine meds that you can, in fact, combine which i’m about 1000% sure of because i’ve been taking them for forever, they’re often (if not usually) prescribed together, and also you could literally cross-check this online in two seconds, you don’t even need to open up a drug handbook anymore. third, are you seriously going to argue that you can’t take 150 mgs of bupropion twice a day? because wow how are you even in this business and also the manufacturer’s label straight up tells you that it’s twice daily. the fucking manufacturer. good god, sir. get your ass to a meeting or quit your job.