I received a call from the pharmacy yesterday afternoon, letting me know that Gavin’s Clozapine was ready for pickup. They weren’t going to deliver it until the following day, so I picked it up on the way home from collecting the boys from school.

I’m relieved we finally have it but now our schedule is thrown off by almost three days.

You may not know this because who would, but everything surrounding Clozapine is heavily time sensitive. Bloodwork has to be done inside a certain window, prior to a very limited amount of medication being dispensed.

We were on a schedule that worked for us and the pharmacy fucked all that up for us.

Every Monday morning, I take the boys to school and immediately drive Gavin for his bloodwork. The lab is supposed to fax the results to the pharmacy before Wednesday morning, when the script is supposed to be filled by. Gavin takes his last dose of Clozapine on Tuesday night.

Since the meds weren’t dispensed until Friday, we have to push everything off for two days, in order to maintain a working schedule.

The absolute soonest his next refill of Clozapine can be legally refilled will now be every Friday. It has to be exactly seven days from the last despensing.

We can move things around and make this work but it’s a pain in the ass. It’s especially frustrating because it’s the result of someone else not doing their job. Life is hard enough and when things get disrupted, it only servers to increase stress.

I’m venting here and I think I have a legitimate gripe. That being said, what matters most right now is that Gavin has his refill and never fell off his meds. While I’m extremely frustrated, the truth is, as long as he gets his meds, everything is just noise. It may be the most frustratingly annoying noise but it’s just noise. ☺