It's been a few days since I posted about my pharmacy drama. It turned out that the day after my cousin (who is still gestating, by the way... come on out baby R!) hooked me up with her friend who had extra meds, my insurance finally came through. I still find it amazing that in four different specialty pharmacies, calls from my husband's HR department to the insurance company and speaking with an incompetent case manager, we managed to get five or six different versions of what our benefits were supposed to be. The overwhelming decision was that although we had them, we were going to have to pay out of pocket and hope for reimbursement. That our policy didn't allow for any direct pay options and there was no contract language that specified how we would be reimbursed or at what percentile of cost.
It was SO frustrating.
Imagine my surprise when I got a call asking to set up my delivery. Oh and my copay? $23.61. And that's because the needles/syringes weren't covered and the pills had copays. The injectibles were covered 100%.
I still can't breathe; I'm in such shock.
But anyway - now it's the way it should be. I'm able to donate the meds I was given to other IFers trying to win this battle and I can use the meds I am benefited to use. I hooked up my cousin's friend with another friend from online, and when this cycle works, I'll have a ton of meds I can send on to the next girl, too.
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| Hope Lives Here. |
This is what $8000 worth of meds looks like.
This is hope.
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