I probably neglected to post about the fact that I recently changed jobs so consider this the notification. This is mostly a good thing, except for the re-registering for insurance process that goes along with any job transfer.
This actually would've been painless had it not been for the insanity created when attempting to fill prescriptions for the medicines that are vital to my mental health. Between the pharmacy...who lied about the number of times they attempted to contact my doctor, and the insurance company...who requires information in triplicate in order to justify authorizing a dosage other than the prscribed limit, and the lady in HR who I had to wrangle with on the phone to convince her the situation was urgent, I'm ready to throttle someone.
It shouldn't be this hard to get meds that are vital to my health. I shouldn't have to pick up partial prescription after partial prescription because I am waiting (3 days now and counting) for the people who dispense this stuff and the people who regulate the dispensing to get their collective shit together and push the paper or whatever they need to do to get me my medicine. I'm pretty sure I used the words "urgent" and "vital" with the insurance company and pharmacist and I'm fairly sure they understood me. So why is it taking so long?
I'd be a lot less angry had I not just spent a sleep lite night because I ran out of Effexor and had to suffer the resultant side effects. Actually, no: I'd still be this angry only I'd be more rested.
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