As luck would have it, I not only saw an actual doctor promptly, he didn't waste my time, and asked if I'd prefer compazine as phenergan makes many people sleepy. When I said I'd been on it for most of the past six years for sinusitis-caused nausea, he asked how many tablets I'd like (30 or 60) and put my scrip in, shook my hand, and was back on his way. We then spent nearly an hour and a half waiting at the clinic pharmacy, but I didn't want to push my luck and ask if I could get it filled at a pharmacy off-base (I don't think they will for things the clinic pharmacy carries) in order to get it faster.
Now that my nausea's under control, Excedrin Migraine has my head not-as-throbbing and now my only complaint is that the Pill hasn't stopped my bleeding yet (I'm on day 3 of the first week, white, pills.) Either way, I didn't deviate from my treatment plan so my arse is covered.
After trying to get ahold of Himself's work for better than an hour to let them know he'd be late, his supervisor called on his cell phone five minutes after Himself left. It turned out the shop's cordless phone battery ran down and had to be recharged in the next section, so no-one could hear it ringing. Buh.