BYOM / DIY

It’s D-Day! Today is the day I will start Mavyret. I’m supposed to take it with a meal, so in honor of this momentous occasion, I’m heating up a frozen pizza right meow. More on that later.

One of the unusual quirks about the specialist I’ve been going to is that they like to have all of their patients’ medication delivered to their in-house pharmacist to dispense so that they can provide counseling, education, and support. I’m assuming there are insurance companies that don’t have a problem with that, but my insurance company hasn’t played well with others throughout this experience.

They rejected five separate claims for Mavyret before my specialist was finally able to schedule a conference call to discuss the specific details of my medical history that were the impetus for his request that I be covered to take Mavyret instead of Epclusa. When doctors file an appeal after the insurance company rejects a claim, the insurance company hands the appeal over to a board certified MD to review. What that MD reviews is the boilerplate form that everyone fills out. It doesn’t have extra spaces for the requesting physician to write in the fine details that take me from being writing on a page to an actual human being. The system is a mess, y’all.

I digress. Insurance finally approved the medicine, but they weren’t giving in to the specialist’s whims. Oh no. In one last act of defiance, they called me and asked me what address they should use to ship the medication. LOL. Now, if my experiences with the specialist’s staff had been all roses and sugar, I probably would’ve had insurance send it to them. However, I was kind of feeling the whole defiance thing, so I went with it and had them send it to my house. I knew if I called the doctor’s office and said, “Yeah, hi…so I have this medicine here, should I just go ahead and take it?” that I’d get in for an appointment a WHOLE lot faster. Like, within two days. Good stuff.

A month or so back, the nurse had told me I needed a couple of vaccines, and that if I just called them the next time I was coming in for an appointment about 20 minutes ahead, they’d get the shots ready and just hit me on my way in or out, no big. So I called ahead as Hubs and I were on our way, and you’d have thought I had called to arrange for my personal helicopter to land on the roof and drop me off. And my helicopter was Air Force 2. And riding along with me for the day was Trump, live tweeting the whole scene. Like, what??? It’s two vaccine shots, homey, and y’all are the ones that told me to just phone it in 20 min ahead of time NBD. While I waited on hold for the nurse to check with a variety of people about what she should do with this unruly psychopath on the phone demanding vaccines, I joked to Hubs that since we already had to BYOM to the Medication Therapy Appointment, maybe I could just have them leave the syringes on the front desk and administer the shots myself as well and make a whole DIY Day of it.

When I checked in, I did actually offer to DIY my own vaccines, which is when they curtly told me they’d handle it. Lol. Yo, if I suddenly stop posting and you find out I died randomly, have the cops check out the staff at the specialist’s office. And tell them it was probably just like some kind of manslaughter, because I can be a lot to take. Just sayin.

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