‘He loved himself very much.’
Yesterday I learned that, as of 2016, the bipolar medication my daughter has been taking for over 4 years is no longer part of the formulary. So, when we went to get it refilled, so she wouldn’t go without, we were told that after insurance we owed ~ $355.00. For 30 days worth of pills.
The insurance is saying that she should be taking the generic of the drug; however, the generic version is immediate release, and she takes the extended release, which doesn’t lose its patent until 2017.
How is this not the insurance company dictating the care of my daughter? You don’t like that this is a brand name drug, I’m sorry. It is what her physician thinks is appropriate treatment.
Asshats.
Ow! 
“Today we mourn the death of another tragic victim of self-abuse. If this motivates even one person to report self-abuse to the authorities, he will not have died in vain.”
And of course, when the kids get a little older…
“Oscar! What did I say about masturbating? YOUR FATHER DIED THAT WAY!!!”
Unless you have money in this country, you don’t actually get a DOCTOR for your medicine. You get a bean counter in an office building who’s never heard of the hippo ratio oath.*
I can’t remember the last time I could get what the doctor wants as a course of treatment without having to go back to the drawing board because the asshole insurance company said no. There’s really something wrong with that. And I have good insurance. Pfft.
So, I’m sorry for your frustration. I’m right there with you. Sleaze bags.
*I know it’s Hippocratic. I just needed to leave what autocorrect did there for everyone to see because it’s funny, damnit.
He could drive a stick?
Damn, snow removal crews, drove a single plow run half way down the culdesac and then inexplicably decided to quit there and go off home. Now our street has been listed as complete and any plow that drives down the road looking for unplowed areas will take a look down our street see the part that’s plowed and go on somewhere else.
I know you guys are busy what with the historic snow fall and all, but would it have killed you to take the 30 seconds it would have taken you to push on to the end of the street, rather than leave us in limbo until the snow melts.
Here’s a crazy idea that just might work! Call the city street department and tell them.
Obviously he couldn’t if he wrecked.
your doctor can submit a letter to the insurance company explaining why she needs this particular medication as opposed to the other one.
I did, after 24 hours, still waiting.
Dude at grocery checkout tells me he has an emergency and can he go ahead of me. Three cases of beer in his cart. I’m not convinced, dude. No.
Take a couple of pictures and post them on the city and/or department’s fb page. Nothing gets results like negative publicity.
Very dear friend of mine just got preliminary (and therefore uncertain) but still unsettling health news. She’s a partier and puts her body through significant abuse, in no small part self-medicating mental health issues, and if I had to be flatly blunt I guess I figured I’d outlive her (we’re both in our mid 30s, for context) but it sucks to be smacked in the face with it.
Sucks more for her, I bet. 
Spent hours in the doctors office and hospital yesterday. Turns out the pain is from diverticu-whatzits. I’m pleased as punch it’s not my appendix. And I’m glad I went to the doctor when I did. I pit myself for waiting as long as I did! I thought if I waited long enough, it would go away. Stupid.
Relax:
*Normally, a diet with adequate fiber (also called roughage) produces stool that is bulky and can move easily through the colon. If a diet is low in fiber, the colon must exert more pressure than usual to move small, hard stool. A low-fiber diet also can increase the time stool remains in the bowel. This adds to the high pressure. Pouches may form when the high pressure pushes against weak spots in the colon where blood vessels pass through the muscle layer of the bowel wall to supply blood to the inner wall.
It is not known why some people who have these diverticula (a condition called diverticulosis) develop diverticulitis and others do not.*
This happens a lot and it can’t kill you. Literally an apple a day and you are cured.
I stopped my daily fiber regime a while back and never thought to connect the two. THANK YOU!
Fecking Amazon. I looked at a baby-bouncer, and it was down to £70 from when I’d seen it at £100 a few days ago. Score! I browse a few more, go back to the original one and in that half an hour it’s gone back up to £98.50. Really?
Oh, and screw you mother. Emailing me at 9.10 to ask if you can help when I’m ill, when I’ve already been up and taken the eldest to the schoolbus for 8.50 (and you know that), and am on the way back home, isn’t of much use. See when you’d emailed me at 8.10? That would have been a nicer time to offer assistance, you know, when I actually needed it.
And mini-pit me for posting in the January thread on the 1st Feb!
Here’s the new thread.