We were in constant action on Friday and Saturday. On both days we spent the afternoon at the pool, playing in the water and cooling off. Robby was delighted to spend hours splashing and cannon balling into the water. As an added bonus, the pool water proved to be therapeutic in making my stings more comfortable. I love that multitasking falls so easily into place! After swimming we went to the hockey rink where Robby skated for at least an hour. Needless to say, I had one tuckered out little Koopa by the end of the day!
wasn't surprised when Scott and Robby were both still sound asleep on
Sunday morning. I tiptoed to the kitchen and quickly turned on my coffee
pot. Waiting for my caffeine jolt, I had the feeling that something
wasn't right. I didn't feel ill, but something felt out of sorts. I was
hoping that come caffeine might help sort things out, so I filled my
largest mug and turned on the news.
Sipping my coffee I began to
self-diagnose my issue. The peripheral field of my right eye was blurry,
and I was seeing halos and bright waves. I blinked hard a few times but
it only temporarily fixed the problem. I assumed that I had gotten
lotion in my eye, but washing my face did not alleviate the issue. By
the time Scott rolled out of bed, I was concerned.
While I am by
no means an eye doctor, I do know a fair bit about the anatomy of the
eye. Much of my college program focused on eye diseases and ocular
issues (I studied to be a teacher for the blind.) I am not a proponent
of self-diagnosis, but I did have a hunch about the issue with my eye.
reading several articles online, my suspicions were confirmed. The
emergency room physician had prescribed several days of Prednisone
following my encounter with the tracker jackers. One of the side effects
of Prednisone is blurriness or halos, especially in the peripheral
vision. I applied a warm compress to my eye and decided to delay taking
the next dose until I talked with my doctor. I'm glad I didn't take the
At 11:00 I received an unexpected phone call from my
pharmacy. I was dumbfounded when the friendly automated voice informed
me that "an error had been made to the labeling of my recent
prescription. Please press 1 to speak with a pharmacist." Seriously?
Mislabeling a prescription didn't even warrant a personal phone call?
pressing 1 and waiting for about a minute, the pharmacist finally
picked up the receiver. A few clicks on the keyboard later and she
informed me that the Prednisone was prescribed for one pill daily. My
bottle reads "take three tablet(s) daily." No wonder I developed a
reaction; I was taking 3x the prescribed amount!
I hung up the
phone, livid that such a mistake occurred. I realize that the system
isn't perfect, and while I am thankful that no permanent damage was
done, this situation could have been avoided. I can't help but think
that this oversight must be a relatively frequent occurrence for my
now-previous pharmacy. After all, they had an automatic call set up for
the occasion! From now on I am going to be more vigilant about making
sure that I receive exactly what was prescribed by my doctor, and I am
going to find a different pharmacy.