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Oct. 17th, 2005 01:30 pmThe big news of the day is that I got my insurance company to give me the Imitrex they said I could have. Sounds so simple, doesn't it? They already said I could have it, after all. Ha. The left hand knoweth not what the right hand doeth.
About six weeks ago I got a letter from the insurance company saying that henceforth they would only pay for 9 pills per month. I took the letter with me the next time I went to the neurologist's office, and she said she would give them a call and tell them I need 18 pills per month. She assured me that approval was standard. About three weeks later I got a letter saying they had approved the request for six months. Being the suspicious sort that I am, I made sure to keep that letter. I didn't think to take it with me when I went for a refill, though, and sure enough-- 9 pills only. Today I took the letter to the pharmacist. First she read the letter to say only that they had reviewed the request, and didn't see the part about "approved." Then she thought there must be a problem with the approval or else it would have gone through without a hitch, right? Silly woman. I kept saying, I figure it's just that the approval hasn't gotten into their computer yet. It took me forever to make her understand this concept. Me, I figure it's a big bureaucracy, and I know what those are like. Plus, I've dealt with insurance companies so long that I automatically assume they'll do whatever possible to keep from having to actually give you what they're supposed to give you. Even if there's no evil intent, they sure aren't going to knock themselves oust to help anybody. So, rushing to update computer information to ensure no disruption for me is certainly not going to be high on their list of priorities. Once the pharmacist actually got to talk to a breathing human being, however, and gave her all the numbers needed to prove everything, things moved very quickly. When the pharmacist hung up, she said, Well, SHE wasn't very nice! and I laughed out loud. You expect nice? I felt like doing a happy dance when I got outside with my drugs safely in hand. Yay! I can live a mostly normal life for six more months!
I walked to the drugstore and library today because the weather was so spectacularly gorgeous. I looked like a dork with my sunglasses and silly cap with a bill to keep the sun out of my eyes, but hey. This is the Village and all sorts of crazies and homeless people walk around here, so maybe I just fit in. Who cares if my shades and cap don't match my stylin' jacket? Can't have everything. My dad gave me some fedoras of my grandfather's last time I was home; maybe I'll try one of them next time. I do love wearing a fedora. I'm afraid the brim is too narrow to actually shade my eyes, though. Sigh. I wish I could be chic and protect myself from the sun.
I have so many things I need to be working on, from straightening the house to mopping floors to paying bills to filling out paperwork for a variety of reasons, and I just can't seem to get started. Despite the shades and hat, the headache is trying to come back... oh, wait! I have enough pills now, I can take one! Whee! Maybe that'll help.
Livia recommended that I read Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman as a change from my recent steady diet of mysteries. It's been quite a change from both caterers and serial murderers. I've enjoyed it, though. I also just got The Time Traveler's Wife from the library; I've read really good reviews. Wow. Two non-mysteries in a row. What's the world coming to?
About six weeks ago I got a letter from the insurance company saying that henceforth they would only pay for 9 pills per month. I took the letter with me the next time I went to the neurologist's office, and she said she would give them a call and tell them I need 18 pills per month. She assured me that approval was standard. About three weeks later I got a letter saying they had approved the request for six months. Being the suspicious sort that I am, I made sure to keep that letter. I didn't think to take it with me when I went for a refill, though, and sure enough-- 9 pills only. Today I took the letter to the pharmacist. First she read the letter to say only that they had reviewed the request, and didn't see the part about "approved." Then she thought there must be a problem with the approval or else it would have gone through without a hitch, right? Silly woman. I kept saying, I figure it's just that the approval hasn't gotten into their computer yet. It took me forever to make her understand this concept. Me, I figure it's a big bureaucracy, and I know what those are like. Plus, I've dealt with insurance companies so long that I automatically assume they'll do whatever possible to keep from having to actually give you what they're supposed to give you. Even if there's no evil intent, they sure aren't going to knock themselves oust to help anybody. So, rushing to update computer information to ensure no disruption for me is certainly not going to be high on their list of priorities. Once the pharmacist actually got to talk to a breathing human being, however, and gave her all the numbers needed to prove everything, things moved very quickly. When the pharmacist hung up, she said, Well, SHE wasn't very nice! and I laughed out loud. You expect nice? I felt like doing a happy dance when I got outside with my drugs safely in hand. Yay! I can live a mostly normal life for six more months!
I walked to the drugstore and library today because the weather was so spectacularly gorgeous. I looked like a dork with my sunglasses and silly cap with a bill to keep the sun out of my eyes, but hey. This is the Village and all sorts of crazies and homeless people walk around here, so maybe I just fit in. Who cares if my shades and cap don't match my stylin' jacket? Can't have everything. My dad gave me some fedoras of my grandfather's last time I was home; maybe I'll try one of them next time. I do love wearing a fedora. I'm afraid the brim is too narrow to actually shade my eyes, though. Sigh. I wish I could be chic and protect myself from the sun.
I have so many things I need to be working on, from straightening the house to mopping floors to paying bills to filling out paperwork for a variety of reasons, and I just can't seem to get started. Despite the shades and hat, the headache is trying to come back... oh, wait! I have enough pills now, I can take one! Whee! Maybe that'll help.
Livia recommended that I read Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman as a change from my recent steady diet of mysteries. It's been quite a change from both caterers and serial murderers. I've enjoyed it, though. I also just got The Time Traveler's Wife from the library; I've read really good reviews. Wow. Two non-mysteries in a row. What's the world coming to?
