As I related (at really great length) in Medical Rant #1: Doctors, we are in the midst of a medical adventure concerning our new son, HS2.
Before we were discharged from the hospital, we were given a prescription for heart medication for HS2. Because the pediatric cardiologist was singularly uncommunicative, we didn’t know much about this medication, how important it was, etc. All we knew was “heart medication,” so we’re thinking “pretty damn important.”
While MrsSponte and HS2 were still at the hospital, awaiting discharge, I drove to the pharmacy closest to the hospital and dropped off the prescription. (The hospital, BTW, is about 1/2 hour from our house). I was told two things at the pharmacy. First, the pharmacy would have to compound the medication - convert it from a solid into a liquid suspension solution so that a newborn could take it. That would take about an hour, I was told. Second, our insurance company could balk at paying because our newborn wasn’t yet on our insurance policy.
OK, no problem. This was at 4:30 p.m., and HS2 had to take it at 8:00. As for the insurance company, of course I’d pay, and then fight with the insurer if necessary.
Anyway, I head back to the hospital. HS2 is discharged around 6:00 p.m., and we drive back to the pharmacy. When we get there, were are told the following
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[li]They have just gotten off the phone with the insurance company, who refused to cover the prescription; and[/li][li]Because compounding the medicine made it unsellable if we refused to pay for it, they hadn’t started the compounding until we confirmed we would pay for it. The compounding process would, again take about an hour.[/li][/ol]
So now, we are 1/2 hour from home, with a newborn in our car. We can’t go into the pharmacy - newborns should be in crowds. We can’t sit in the parking lot of the pharmacy for an hour with HS2.
We decide to go home. I would drop off MrsSponte and HS2, and drive back to the pharmacy to pick up the meds. If all went well, I would be back home with the medication at 7:30 p.m.
Of course, things don’t go well. I get back to the pharmacy around 7:15 p.m. I ask for the drug, and am told that the pharmacist was “just finishing up.” Of course, that really means “she is just starting.” I finally make it home with the drug around 8:15. HS2 was, of course, just fine - I had the panic attack.
I don’t blame the pharmacy for its policy of not compounding a drug until it was sure of payment - while I was waiting there, I saw several persons refuse to accept prescriptions as too expensive. What I do blame it for is not confirming payment when, as in this case, it was aware that there might be a problem with insurance. Hell, take a credit card imprint to cover your ass. Don’t simply not fill the prescription for a life-sustaining medication.
And, of course, once you are ensured of payment, make the damn stuff. Don’t wait until I actually get back to the pharmacy to start.
Sua