This morning I headed over to THE pharmacy (and yes Giselle, I am going to the pharmacy you mentioned in your comment). When I handed over the script the woman at the counter said, oh we still have your cream. Let me go get it. I was soooo happy. Turns out they had made it after all, they just wouldn't release it to me (I was happy, but upset at the same time, it was ready and they just wouldn't give it to me... UGH). So she walks over to the dispensing bin and another woman at the back of the counter walks over to her and starts to whisper in her ear. She gets this distressed look on her face. They go over to the man who is behind the counter and they all talk in whispers. My heart rate is starting to go up. They come over and tell me that they had canceled my order and have given MY cream to another woman who came in. They will have to make up some more and it won't be ready till... wait for it... TUESDAY! Some other woman managed to get
They asked me if I still wanted the cream. My answer was OF COURSE, I need it. And they said, come back Tuesday. Just as I was walking out the Man who was behind the counter approached me. He said to me "You must really need this cream, let me try and put a rush on it. Call us at 4pm on Monday to see if it is ready". I was very grateful that he is doing this for me. I think with all the run around I have been getting I deserve a bit of a break.
I didn't kick up a fuss (I am not very good at that sort of thing) but then if I had tried to I think the only thing I would have done is broke down crying like a baby. I am sure that would have made them plenty uncomfortable. Kevin said he is going to pick up the prescription and talk to them. I am fine with that.