Last week I had been denied to purchase medications through my insurance plan at my local pharmacy. The response was that I would have to apply for the prescriptions through mail-order to get the low price. I was left with the option to pay a little over $100 for each prescription that I was purchasing.
Since my wife still had plenty of scripts, I decided to hold out. We had agreed with our family doctor that we would start seeing a specialist to take care of our specific needs. Unfortunately, we waited too long to do so. I found a specialist on my plan that was close to home and scheduled an appointment. To move the appointment closer, I set up two appointments throughout this week rather then showing up together in the week after.
Today a bombshell just dropped on me. My wife has one day remaining on her prescription. I had a few of hers that I’ve been splitting in half for myself, since she takes twice the amount of the same prescription as I do. Mine were left over from the last time this happened and I’m going to let her have what little I have left.
This still puts the two of us in a bad spot. These are not medications that you just stop taking. Once you stop taking them, withdrawl symptoms are almost unbearable. I figured that I could tough it out if it came down to it, but I didn’t want to put her through that misery.
I ran down to the gas station on an errand for my wife. I saw an ATM machine and started to wonder if it would let me withdraw a large sum of cash that I didn’t have. In the past, I’ve done this without realizing it and have gone so far as $600 below zero. At the moment, I was only 96 cents in the red, so I gave it a go. Listening to the cold hard cash being shuffled was music to my ears.
Tonight I’ll be able to rest easy and reorder those expensive scripts. My wife will not have to suffer. We will be able to see our new doctor in a normal state of mind. I may even ask the specialist if there is a different medication that isn’t so dependent upon and may even be cheaper if it isn’t covered by insurance.
Mom called asking where the specialist was located since she’ll be taking my wife on Friday. I put the address on our message board for her to look at when she comes and visits her tomarrow. She’ll probably find some directions on the internet to find them. From what I remember, the woman on the phone stated that they are located in a building behind a 7-11 store.
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