I’ve been taking the same medication for twelve years. My condition is life-long. The only known cure is death. If I am alive, I need my medication. My health insurance pays for the drugs. Periodically, the drug plan is changed and I need to get reauthorization for my medication. The new drug plan administrator now requires reauthorization, not just once, but every year. And there’s another change. New York State requires all prescriptions to be sent electronically to the pharmacy. However, they forgot to require the pharmacy to notify you if there’s a problem with the prescription.
Four days after my doctor’s visit, I started wondering about my prescription. The pharmacist said the insurance company requires reauthorization. That was puzzling. I had done that in August. I called the drug plan administrator. Yes. There was a reauthorization, but that was to allow me to get sixty pills, instead of thirty. However, each September, they need a reauthorization so that I can continue to get the drug regardless of the number of pills.
That piece of news came on a Friday. I had only three pills left, so I skipped taking my medication over the weekend so that, if there were further delays next week, I could last until Wednesday before I start smashing furniture over the absurdity of this situation. Of course, this is only absurd from my perspective. From the insurance company’s perspective, this is called “doing business.” Any delay on their part translates to money they don’t have to spend. It’s a game they play. It’s not all that different from the game played by the media’s coverage of Trump. In both cases, your life is the game piece they move around the board.
P.S. My daughter takes the same medication but at a lower dosage. I could tap into her supply but that means I have to break the law.
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