I am NOT Pentecostal!

Last week, I guess Thursday I called Gabriel's neurologist and asked him to slightly increase the dose of Clonidine he is taking because this is the dose he was prescribed at 3 years of age and his weight has increased. They called it in and I went by early on Sunday morning to pick it up because I had ran out finally the night before. When I got home and ran in the house eager to give the "Tilly-mister" his chill pill, I noticed that it was not what I ordered "on the menu". I called CVS thinking that they were the one's who made the mistake. It was however the DOCTOR who called in this crap medicine that worked about as good as upside down outhouse. That's a fairly accurate description too since he was still spitting on me and throwing CRAP at me 4 hours and 2 doses later. In my opinion I am being used as a guinea pig to see how I will react to this PLACEBO (fake pill that does nothing). I called the answering service and told them the Doctor had called in the wrong prescription for my son and I needed the correct one called in ASAP. She informed me that unless it was a seizer medicine that the doctor does not wish to be called. I ask you folks, WHAT ABOUT WHAT I WISH? I told the lady I needed the Doctor's address so I could drop Gabriel off at his house for the next 24 to 48 hours while he waited to call in the drugs. She informed me that it was against company policy to give out that information. "Well", I said, "It's against my religion to take my autistic son to church unless he is high as a kite ...after all I am NOT Pentecostal!