Refilled

I don’t know if I have any international readers, but if I do, here’s a quick peek into the American healthcare system.

• Need pills
• Go to doctor
• Doctor prescribes pills
• Sends script to pharmacy
• Pharmacy calls you
• Go to pharmacy
• No pills
• Call doctor
• Doctor calls pharmacy
• Pharmacy calls you
• Go back to pharmacy
• Gets pills
• Takes pills
• Repeat next refill

And for people like me who need medications to generally live their life, it’s really critical that I get my pills refilled on time.

So, tonight, I’d like to celebrate a wonderful, small moment in my day, where my pills get refilled. There’s truly nothing like tipping over the pill bottle and feeling all those little lifelines puddle in your hand. And not to mention the feeling that you don’t have to go through the rigmarole of calling your doctor so that she can call your pharmacy and your pharmacy can call you. For introverts like me, the less time on the phone making complicated requests, the better.

And no, I’m not a drug addict. I take thyroid medication that I am indebted to because without it, I’d be a cranky, exhausted shell of a person. So, yes, it is really important that I get my pills on time, and it’s nice to celebrate something so little about your day.

So, whatever you take your pills for,  raise the bottles and shake them like maracas. That’s the sound of you living your best life.