People in general have disappointed me more than usual lately. I have written about the pharmacy that continues to mistreat their clients. It isn't just me. They finally gave me one of the medications that make my life more bearable, however, they gave me a month's worth but charged me with three months. I didn't realize it until I tried to refill the prescription and was accused of abusing my medication. That was the ultimate insult from this pharmacy after all the problems I've had. For one thing, I don't take the minimum of what I can take and not even close to taking more. I hate being dependent on pills to feel normal. Also hate it being a case of my word against theirs and having to do without my medication again.
My latest disappointment is my little Kiki's vet. I will start by saying that after all the loss in my life, my dog is one of the most important "people" in my life. My latest trip to the vet for the yearly visit has majorly concerned me. Kiki is over 15 years old, I know she is going to develop health problems sooner or later. She is the seemingly most healthy dog I have ever had. The vet had me scared to death that she had sepsis and was ready to die. $1000 and a ton of medication later, I have to take her back to get tested again. Another $1000? I swear to God, she seems perfectly healthy to me despite the vet telling me she has all these things wrong with her.
I am a responsible dog mama. If my baby needs these medications and testing to have a quality of life that includes her being healthy and pain free, I am totally willing to do what is necessary to make that happen. My gut tells me that she may need medication for her arthritis and vitamins/supplements to make her feel the best she can feel, but they are stretching the truth about her overall condition.
It is a concern for me either way. But when my gut tells me they are playing with my emotions to make more money, that upsets me greatly.
The older I get, the more I am also concerned with the way seniors are treated. Never in my life have people made me feel so stupid when I know I am a very intelligent person. Growing old was never an emotional concern, but that is changing. I have always tried to be as nice as I can when dealing with people even when they are not. Lately I don't care if I am nice or not. Being a nice senior means being mistreated and taken advantage of. Nice is perceived as being stupid.
I hate it. Everybody is growing older . . . one day they will realize the error of their ways and I hope ask God for forgiveness.
