Scattered Thoughts . . .

It has been a rather lousy week so far, after a lousy few weeks, after a rather lousy year of lousy health.  Actually, I should go back a few weeks...  I spent the past three weeks trying to get a prescription refill for one of my most important drugs.  This drug has made the most positive impact on my health since procuring this insidious illness.  A few weeks ago, I got a call from the pharmacy looking to get approval to charge my card.  I thought that was a little odd so I asked why I was being asked this unusual question.  The customer service representative pulled up another screen and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my!"  She then explained that my copay would be $8700 for my 90 day refill.   I sort of chuckled and informed her that even if she tried to charge my card, she would get nothing with a bill so far beyond what I have in the bank so, approval from me or not, they wouldn't be getting any money.   I went back and forth between my doctor's office and the pharmacy

Once or twice each year, I totally screw-up my medications by forgetting to order a prescription. As I was sorting out medications for our upcoming weekend excursion, I realized that I screwed up again.  One of my medications was almost empty when I pulled out the capsules needed for the weekend. This is not good.  This particular medication is a combination of mast cell stabilizer and an H1 blocker. It is actually something I need to get compounded by a pharmacist in Washington state because it is not an FDA-approved medication... nor is it covered by insurance... so I have it made just for me. I immediately called my doctor's office to inform them that I screwed up and I need them to call out to the pharmacist to order a new prescription. I probably won't see this new prescription for almost two weeks which means I will be without this particular medication for 7-10 days before the new prescription arrives.  This also means that the quality of my health will plumme