My medication arrived via the U.S. Postal Service. The heavy plastic packaging was a mangled hole-filled mess and all but three of the 90-day supply of pills were gone, having fallen out of the severely crushed bottle.
Now, I’m trying to get the prescription refilled and the VA is dragging its feet. This is bureaucracy at its finest.
Good thing I’m being treated for depression, bi-polar disorder and PTSD and not paranoia — otherwise I’d think someone was out to get me.