...and Thursday go to Doctor.
My monthly go to the doctor for a prescription appointment was at 8:30 this morning. If you follow the blog you know all the bullshit I deal with. You know what I think of my insurance 'adjuster.' You know what I think of the system. In case you don't, or need a little refreshing, it all stinks, on ice.
From the blog of July 23rd.
"This insurance carrier sent a letter to my doc asking for information on what he (she) was doing to "discontinue the medication." It was sent three weeks ago and because she has yet to respond, the medication was not approved?
And here I sit, not knowing about any of the "new laws" and requests to my doc etc. etc. etc.
Oh, another thing...I suppose whomever is asking about this is too stupid to see we have dropped the medication dose 66% over the last several months."
The other day my doctor received a call from the insurance company U.R. (utilization review) nurse. They ask a lot of questions but are looking for one answer, 'What can you do to save us money?'
U.R. Nurse: "What are you doing to drop his dosage?"
My Doctor: "Does anyone there bother to READ MY NOTES?"
I'm not sure who was more aggravated, me last July 23rd or my doctor this morning? I really like her. We both hope these problems are behind us.
The urine sample: Another mystery of life.
I drank a large latte before my appointment. I was OK in the waiting room. I was OK in the exam room. Five minutes later I had to pee.
On the 1 to 10 pee scale (1 being I don't need to pee, 5 being I need to pee but I can wait and 10 being bring me a coffee can, and fast) I was a 4 but soon escalated to 6. Someone knocked on the door. It was a lab tech, "The insurance company requested a urine sample," he said while handing me a cup. "No problem, I had a large cup of coffee on the way here," and I danced to the rest room.
Why can't I pee in a cup? It's a urine sample cup. It's not my Great Grandma's bone china coffee or tea cup. When my penis and a cup are in close proximity, my bladder seizes up faster than a auto engine running with no oil.
So, I'm doing my very best....."Come-on pee," I chant. People are knocking on the door and I sound like I'm yelling for a horse I just bet the farm on (who happens to be running second to last). Eventually I was able to make a deposit and emerged from the bathroom to a round of applause.
Next month they want a blood sample. I can do that standing on my head.
Since I don't write Friday, Saturday or Sunday I try to post an interesting and amusing entry on Thursday. It needs to 'hold down the fort' for the three day week end. I'm running late because of the appointment and the only interesting news I can find is the big lottery win and the upcoming WWE SummerSlam (Sunday Aug. 18th @ 8 p.m. on Pay Per View).
Don't know about you but I'm pulling for Daniel Bryan..."Come-On Dan."
Wanda walked into the door jamb.
She said, "It feels like I dislocated my thumb or something."
He heard, It feels like I dislocated my thumb or stomach.
Talking about Sparky and his ravenous appetite for canned cat food.
She said, "In between feedings he can eat dry food."
He heard, In between feedings he's a drama king. (and he is)
About neighbors that had a noisy beer party.
She said, "I stole their cans."
He heard, I spilled on my pants.
Back with more on Monday, thanks for reading the blog.
1 comment:
Chuck,
Why is the insurance company discontinuing your medication or dropping the dose? How can they do that if the doc says you need it? You are really having problems. Hope this is not a sign for me. My goodness. Are they not documenting why you need the med or something? How can an insurance company tell a doctor you don't need something???? What is up? Susan G
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