...if you all agree with me that pharmacists should be careful when filling a prescription for an anti-depressant. I mean, if you run a medicine like, say, Wellbutrin, through the computer and it comes up that insurance won't pay, don't you think that, maybe, you should check it again before you page the customer and tell them that they either have to pay $128 or teeter on the brink of insanity for a few more days until they can get their insurance straightened out?
If I was a patient and that happened to me, I'd call the insurance company and get the whole mess straightened out right there on the spot, even though it took over 30 minutes. And then, when the pharmacist realized that it was HER mistake and not the insurance company's, I'd say "Did you by any chance see what the meds were? I mean, seriously. I could have slit my wrists while waiting. You gotta be more careful when you deal with people with fragile minds." Or something like that. Yeah, that's how I would handle it. If it ever happened to me, that is. Which, I'm sure, it never would because as you all know, I'm pretty awesome and totally, 100% normal, non-depressed and not the slightest bit anxious, irritable or crazy in any way, so I'd never need some mind-altering drug like Wellbutrin, or Lexapro, Cymbalta or Xanax. Seriously. I'm totally fine.