Yesterday I had to get a prescription filled. I hope this is not TMI, but I have a yeast infection in my left breast that hurts like a PUPPYLOVER when nursing, and for a few hours afterwards. Thankfully, it’s treatable, and there are beautiful, painkilling drugs in this world. Advil, you rock my world!

At least 99% of me is really annoyed and weepy and exhausted about the infection. But I must admit that a very small 1% of me is kind of happy about it, because this means that I have now had every single problem related to breastfeeding and childbirth that there is in existence. With the yeast infection my knowledge of all things baby-related has been completed, and now I can hold forth as the most Expert Expert on Babies Who Ever Experted. And trust me, there is nothing I like better than to pontificate on how to birth and care for babies.

Oh man, my future daughter-in-law is in SO MUCH TROUBLE.

Anyway, I had this prescription to get filled, so I took it over to the Superstore pharmacy. We usually get our prescriptions filled there just because it is convenient; we know we’ll be there at least once a week, so it’s not an extra trip to pick it up. I’ve always thought, though, that it was kind of a “no name” version of a drugstore, a place where you get bargain basement service and the bare minimum of care.

Turns out, not so much! I got to the Superstore about ten minutes before the pharmacy opened, and I was just standing outside waiting when the pharmacist slid the gate open a bit and told me she’d take my prescription even though they weren’t open yet. Then she checked my script, which was a mixture of creams, to make sure she had everything, and told me I could pick it up in a couple of hours (mixing the creams would take longer than usual).

Then, after I had left, she noticed that this particular prescription was based on a recipe created by Dr. Jack Newman, who is the foremost expert on breastfeeding in Ontario (AFTER ME, of course). And the pharmacist realized that Dr. Jack had recently made a small change to his recipe, so she contacted Dr. Jack to confirm, then called my own doctor to tell her about the change and ask if she should change my script, then mixed up the new blend, then called to tell me it was all ready to go. Taken care of! Totally without my intervention!

I think that rocks.

Furthermore, just this past weekend we had taken in a prescription to get new epipens for the Captain, because the pharmacist there had warned us last time we got epipens (last September) that the Captain was pushing the weight limit for epipen juniors, and would probably need to move up to adult-sized ones in the spring. But later that afternoon, the pharmacist called because she had double checked, and the epipen people had just recently upped the weight limit for the juniors, so we didn’t need new ones after all, thus saving us a couple hundred dollars’ worth of unnecessary epipen replacement.

Which also, rocks.

In the past when I’ve had a prescription that I thought was extra tricky, or unusual in some way, or needed right away, I took it to a “real” pharmacy. But no longer! Superstore No Name Pharmacists…you have won my love and affection. Good show!