We went through the normal processes and when it came to my perscriptions she said 'Are you still taking Glyburide twice a day?' and I said 'No, it's Glipizide' and she looks at my chart again and says 'Glyburide 10mg twice a day?' at this point I was confused and didn't want to be rude, I assumed with all mediciations she was pronoucing it wrong so I said 'Yes, Glipizide.' From then the appointment went smoothly, got refills sent for all my mediciations, lab work, and then left to go find lunch and head to Wal-Mart to pick them up.
At Wal-mart my prescriptions were cheaper and I got like a 4 month supply..which was weird but I thought maybe since they referred me to a new drug program that it was normal. I dropped my boyfriend off at his job so he can grab his paycheck and while I'm sitting in the car I decide to take 2 Glipizide before I eat. Open the bottle and in there is this small weird looking pill, I was going to take it but I stopped and pulled out all my prescriptions to see that it is in fact, Glyburide. At this rate I thought maybe the doctor wanted me to take this instead, but for safety I decided to call the doctor's office.
After being hung up on and put on hold forever, I got with the nurse that I spoke with it and she was panicked 'Did you take any? Do you feel lightheaded? Are there any pains anywhere in your body? Are you near a hospital were you can be seen in the ER?' and I'm like O_O?
Apparently Glyburide will react with the heart pill + water pill I take for my hypertension. I was livid, I told the nurse that I've taken Glipizide for 3 years..I have never, not once been prescribed Glyburide. Her response? 'Well this is why I go over things with you so we can get you on the right medications and you told me that's what you were on' Pissed, I argue with her and ask her if she can just send the right things to wal-mart so I can get them filled. She then tells me that Wal-mart will not take it back and I will have to take the money I paid for it and the pills as a loss, even more angry now.
So I decide to go eat because I'm upset that not only was she a bitch but nearly gave me a damn heart attack, and I have to repay for my perscriptions. Going back to wal-mart after lunch, the clerks know nothing about my perscription and I have to wait an hour while they call the doctors office only to find the same nurse never sent it over. By the end of the day I had the right stuff, money refunded and Wal-mart took back the Glyburide. This may have been partically my fault too, but as a medical professional you think that she wouldn't come up with a percription I've never, ever been perscribed? And one that wouldn't potentially kill me?