What do I care?
It never ceases to amaze me that I can never get that perfect balance between the VA hospital and my primary-care doctor. I mean, either I love one and dislike the other, or the other way around.
My doctor at the Dover clinic is the greatest, helped me lose 32 pounds. He gave me some meds to help my breathing. It had steroids in it. I can’t take steroids. [It was an] honest mistake, so, I took four packages straight from the drug company – these weren’t generic; these things must have cost at least a couple [of] hundred [dollars] apiece, and I’m sure someone else can use them. Wanting to do the right thing, I took them back to the pharmacy at the VA hospital near Elsmere. Pharmacy guy barks, “Can’t take them back here; go to room 3.” Sign says, “Knock, then enter, one person at a time.” I had a mini-flashback. A woman with very colorful hair said, “We don’t take meds back once they have been dispensed.” I said, “They aren’t open, seals aren’t broken.” “No difference; we can, however, show you how to discard them,” and gave me a pamphlet on how to throw away drugs you don’t want. Woman in the back said, “You’re 100 percent, so, you didn’t pay for them, so.” So?
And that is what I hate and have been tolerating since 1970. I am not an Agent Orange guy, although I have a touch, and I’m not just a PTSD guy, although I have a touch. What I am, and they always forget, is a VETERAN who was wounded three times in combat, but for some reason, I have become either the crazy Vietnam vet, the PTSD vet, or, and the one I hate, “You are 100 percent, you don’t have to pay, so, WHAT DO YOU CARE?” VET. What do I care? My question is and always was, “Why don’t you care? Why don’t you question why perfectly good prescription drugs that costs hundreds of bucks should be just thrown away because of a mistake?” instead of looking at me like I’m a nut.
Last stop was Patient Advocate. Boy, did that office change: they all learn from the same script. No help, bad look, no help. So, I went by the trash can in the foyer and put over $400 worth of unused, packaged, sealed drugs in the trash can.
Oh, well, what do I care? I’m the crazy Vietnam Vet who tried to do the RIGHT thing.
Joseph M. Slavish
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