Sarcoidosis journal
Pills, when they come in familiar orange bottles, tend to be 30 at a time. My medicine is actually four weekly packs of seven days worth of pills (21 per week). My insurance company, perhaps ignoring the fact that I don’t have an orange bottle specially filled by my pharmacist, won’t refill my prescription until the date matches the one last month when I last got my prescription refilled, so I’m on a pill vacation for a few days.
The good news is that I’ve now determined that the pills are, in fact, keeping my blinding pain in my feet and arms at bay. There’s also the lovely icepick that’s been inserted beneath my left shoulderblade. The bad news is how I’ve learned this information.
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That is insane. Is there any prospect of angry letters and telephone calls to get this fixed?
Comment by Nicole — April 7, 2006 @ 10:47
Well, they just coughed up the pills. I’m going to talk to my HR person so she can call the plan and ask them wtf, though.
Comment by Beau — April 7, 2006 @ 10:52