Yesterday I had only one tablet of Wellbutrin remaining in my stash. I don’t see my psychiatrist because I cannot pay him. But, he makes sure I’m okay in phone calls and emails and is confident about me seeing my therapist weekly. And, he’s perfectly willing to write me a prescription, but I cannot afford to pay what it would cost to pick it up and even a neighborhood Medicaid pharmacy.
But I’m crafty…or maybe just desperate…. I don’t want to miss my anti-depressant and sink ever deeper into a depression—or worse. I won’t go into details, but I found a sympathetic doctor I’ve seen before who has access to free pharmacy vouchers at the hospital at which he works. Very nice guy, his father is a shrink and he said he just remembers his father calling in scripts for his mentally ill patients desperate for their meds and so is empathetic to my plight.
I came home with a brown bag full of prescription drugs yesterday afternoon.