- Alan Petrillo Indeed. So tell me again how we have the best medical system in the world?
- Dana A. Snowden We don't. -chuckle- After taking my stepfather-in-law to the ER yesterday for his left shoulder injury, I realized just how the hospitals are jerking us off with their supposed "costs." They aren't even institutions for "quality health care," but more of an extension of their corporation sponsors. It's even more pathetic when you hear of CEOs of hospitals, and it really does give you pause and wonder what the hell they're really charging us all for. I'm sure they charge for the linens, the amount of O2 being pumped into your exam room, the number of latex gloves used during your visit, and all kinds of other little things they like to nitpick with the insurance companies to make them pass the bill on to us. It would be nice to move to Canada. -sigh-
- Robert Humphreys All about seeing patients and having a recurring revenue stream...
- Alan Petrillo Bobby: Partially. It's also about industrial strength ass covering, and avoidance of malpractice lawsuits.
I can't really complain too loudly. I'm the one who allowed myself to run out of my medication. At least this time I don't have to wait 6 weeks for an appointment, as she was able to fit me in next week. - Alan Petrillo Laura, I finally broke down and scheduled an initial consult with a rheumatologist. She can't fit me into her schedule until the middle of September.
- Dana A. Snowden Any progress with a IPA to a different department? If not, then put in for Sup here at IND. There's a posting on SWALife for that. :)
- Alan Petrillo Sup? BITE YOUR TONGUE!
- Dana A. Snowden LOL!
- Alan Petrillo Actually, if I transferred into another department I'd lose boodles of seniority. No thanks. I like being able to get at least part of my weekends off.
- Dana A. Snowden I don't blame you, Alan Petrillo. I just hope you get better soon. I know your back has been bothering you for a very long time, and Tampa just doesn't seem to be the relaxed station it once was. :(
- Alan Petrillo The whole frigging company isn't what it was when we hired on. But I have deep roots holding me in Tampa Bay, and I expect I will for quite some time. I do want to wander some, but for me Tampa Bay will always be home.
OK,
so I call in a prescription refill to my favorite pharmacy. When I go
to pick up the prescription, 3 days later, I'm told two things: First,
that this prescription needs to get refilled by the mail-order pharmacy
that my health insurance plan now prefers, and second, that the
prescription has expired and I need to contact the Dr. for a re-issue.
The Dr. tells me that the prescription was issued 3 July 2014, for a 3
month supply, and to reissue it now would be "inappropriate". I have no
record of this reissue, so I have to take it up with my pharmacy. Who
also have no record of the reissue.
This switch to mail-order
is something I missed the memo on. Most likely I got something in the
mail about it, but assumed it was junk mail, because I get so much other
medispam.
I call UHC to get set up with their preferred
mail-order pharmacy, and the automated system transfers me to who it
thinks I need to talk to. Which is wrong. The person I talk to gives
me contact information and transfers me to a different mail-order
pharmacy. Which is wrong. Since this rep can’t help me either she
transfers me back to UHC. Where I go through their automated system
again, and, despite demanding to speak to a representative, I get
transferred to the wrong mail-order pharmacy again. Where the call gets
dropped.
I call UHC _again_. I go through their automated
system _again_. Despite demanding to speak to a rep again I get
transferred to the wrong mail-order pharmacy _again_. I explain to the
rep from the wrong mail-order pharmacy what’s going on. She puts me on
hold, and _she_ calls UHC. After an unusually long time on hold she
gets back to me with the contact information for the right mail-order
pharmacy.
I get set up with the right mail-order pharmacy, give them the contact information for my doctors. And they can’t help me.
I call the doctor’s office again, give them the contact information for the pharmacy. And they can’t help me either.
So
I get onto the right mail-order pharmacy’s website, and use their
search tools to get my prescription records. The prescription was
written on 3 July, alright. Of 2013. And the last refill was back in
May of this year.
I call this information in to the doctor’s office.
And
the doctor won’t reissue the prescription without seeing me. Which
message I don’t get until an hour and a half after the office is closed,
because the call got to me during my daily back-to-back-to-back flight
schedule insanity. Given this doctor’s history she won’t have a
schedule opening until f-ing September.
Fun with the thrice cursed medical merry-go-round.
Now, tomorrow, I get to get up with the birdies, call the doctor’s office again, and see if I can salvage this CFIP.
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