Don't get nervous, I am not going to endorse a candidate here, or even tell you who I voted for (and yes, my absentee ballot has already been mailed). Watching the debate last night, however, helped me to realize something.
When I was young, even elementary-school age, the choice always seemed so cut-and-dried. I think that basically, whoever my parents were for, I was for. I was all-in, even in the mock elections in school...I wore my campaign buttons and notebook stickers proudly. I simply took it for granted that "my" candidate was the only candidate worth voting for.
Later on, as a young adult, whoever my circle of friends was for, I was for. We always seemed to be in agreement (perhaps, if anyone wasn't, they just kept their mouths shut). I now realize that this was all part of being accepted. While we pretended to discuss the issues heatedly, we were really just playing at being grownups. We wanted to belong to something.
It's only in the last three or four Presidential elections that I truly feel that I've given this decision, this privilege, the serious consideration it deserves. Sometimes my candidate lost, other times my candidate won. But I still felt as if I was truly engaged in the process and making the decision on who I felt would be best for me, my family and the country.
The point of this rambling exercise is to say that voting is a privilege. Please do it. Vote for the candidate you feel, in your heart and soul, is the best candidate. Vote your conscience and your instinct. Vote because you can. And most of all, regardless of the outcome of the election, vote because you are part of something great and something good.
End of ramble.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sorry Walgreens. I am MAD.
Since when does a pharmacist get to play judge, jury and doctor? My recent experience at a Buckhead Walgreens has left my blood boiling.
My husband is a chronic pain patient, who has been on carefully-monitored narcotic pain medication for over 20 years. Many of those prescriptions have been filled at a local Walgreens.
It so happens that my local pharmacy that I usually rely on for one of these medications told me on Friday that they hadn't yet ordered it, and so it would likely not be ready when my husband needed it on Tuesday. This news left me scrambling all weekend to find another pharmacy that would carry it.
I finally found a Walgreens, which was located about 30 minutes away from my house by car. I drove the prescription down. When I got there, I was informed by the extremely rude pharmacist that he would have to verify the prescription with the doctor's office.
"No problem", I shrugged, "they open at 8 AM on Monday. I'll call you around noon to make sure everything is okay and will come down on my lunch hour to pick it up.
"Well..." he hesitated. "Looking at the doctor who prescribed this, his office sometimes doesn't give us the information we need".
"Like what kind of information", I asked. This was new to me.
"We need to know the diagnosis". He said.
"Well, that's weird", I said, "but I will call them in the morning and let them know they need to provide that".
I then left, fully confident that this would be resolved on Monday morning.
Cut to this morning. I first called the doctor's office, and they assured me that all would be fine when the pharmacy called. I then called the pharmacist and let him know that the office was expecting his call.
About 30 minutes lated he called back. "Um, I can't fill this prescription", he said. "The diagnosis they provided wasn't an acceptable one".
"Well what diagnosis did they provide"? I asked, incredulous.
"Suffice it to say, it wasn't acceptable", he said. "You should come get your prescription".
At this point, I wanted to scream at him, but he still held my husband's prescription. I would wait until I had it back in my hand and then give him a piece of my mind.
As of press time, I still don't have a source that will fill the medication. So my husband will likely have some kind of withdrawal symptoms because this guy was a complete judgmental moron.
The crazy thing is, I had some things I needed to buy in the store, but now I would rather go out of my way to another store than to spend a penny at Walgreens!
My husband is a chronic pain patient, who has been on carefully-monitored narcotic pain medication for over 20 years. Many of those prescriptions have been filled at a local Walgreens.
It so happens that my local pharmacy that I usually rely on for one of these medications told me on Friday that they hadn't yet ordered it, and so it would likely not be ready when my husband needed it on Tuesday. This news left me scrambling all weekend to find another pharmacy that would carry it.
I finally found a Walgreens, which was located about 30 minutes away from my house by car. I drove the prescription down. When I got there, I was informed by the extremely rude pharmacist that he would have to verify the prescription with the doctor's office.
"No problem", I shrugged, "they open at 8 AM on Monday. I'll call you around noon to make sure everything is okay and will come down on my lunch hour to pick it up.
"Well..." he hesitated. "Looking at the doctor who prescribed this, his office sometimes doesn't give us the information we need".
"Like what kind of information", I asked. This was new to me.
"We need to know the diagnosis". He said.
"Well, that's weird", I said, "but I will call them in the morning and let them know they need to provide that".
I then left, fully confident that this would be resolved on Monday morning.
Cut to this morning. I first called the doctor's office, and they assured me that all would be fine when the pharmacy called. I then called the pharmacist and let him know that the office was expecting his call.
About 30 minutes lated he called back. "Um, I can't fill this prescription", he said. "The diagnosis they provided wasn't an acceptable one".
"Well what diagnosis did they provide"? I asked, incredulous.
"Suffice it to say, it wasn't acceptable", he said. "You should come get your prescription".
At this point, I wanted to scream at him, but he still held my husband's prescription. I would wait until I had it back in my hand and then give him a piece of my mind.
As of press time, I still don't have a source that will fill the medication. So my husband will likely have some kind of withdrawal symptoms because this guy was a complete judgmental moron.
The crazy thing is, I had some things I needed to buy in the store, but now I would rather go out of my way to another store than to spend a penny at Walgreens!
Fair Trade Coffee by Green Mountain
I am a BzzAgent. That means, I do reviews of certain products and in exchange, companies send me stuff to try. For free. The latest in my BzzAgent campaigns is Green Mountain's Fair Trade coffees. Yum!
Being a fan of dark roast coffees, the Sumatra Reserve is far and away my favorite. And you can take comfort in knowing that you are drinking coffee that fosters sustainable practices and community development in the places where it is grown. Visit this site for more information, coupons and samples:
http://www.greenmountaincoffee.com/FairTrade?cm_sp=home-_-tier2r-_-fair+trade+2+header
Being a fan of dark roast coffees, the Sumatra Reserve is far and away my favorite. And you can take comfort in knowing that you are drinking coffee that fosters sustainable practices and community development in the places where it is grown. Visit this site for more information, coupons and samples:
http://www.greenmountaincoffee.com/FairTrade?cm_sp=home-_-tier2r-_-fair+trade+2+header
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Welcome to Get-It Girl!
I am introducing my new alter-ego, "Get-It Girl". As an avid tryer-of-new-things, consumer of household goods and all-around product diva, I have been recruited by several companies to test and review stuff. I promise to be unbiased and objective in all of my reviews, regardless of whether the products were sent on a complimentary basis or not. I will always disclose whether or not products were "comped".
So, I hope you find this blog interesting and informative...educational, even!
Happy Saturday, from
"Get-It" Girl
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