Cait's Ramblings

Ok My doctor did an echocardiagram on me and found out I have an enlarged heart.



Probably due to all the love i have for everyone.





So, he put me on 2 medicine samples.. Bystolic to lower my blood pressure, and Cymbalta to stop me from freaking the hell out all the time.... He asked me if i had insurance, i said yup! He said "ok, it'll be covered under that and you should be all set!" and told me to see him back in 2 weeks.





They had to schedule my apointment for2 weeks and 2 days instead of 2 weeks due to a scheduling conflict on their part.





2 weeks later.. I've been a zombie for 2 weeks, but with minimal chest pains. awesome.



My samples run out, and so i have no meds... Withdrawl time, YAY!





I see him and he writes me a prescription for the Bystolic, seeing as Cymbalta made me a zombie, and Daniel says im not fun when I'm a zombie, lol. I WANT TO BE FUN FOR DANIEL!





I go to walmart and ask em to fill it. They say it will be about 20 minutes. Ok, cool. Lets go shopping!





Bought a bunch of stuff, including Pizza! <3





Went back and they wont take my insurance card because "it has no prescription number on it".





wut. I've used this insurance card for my entire life and noone has -EVER- had a problem filling prescriptions with it.





I am pissed.





They call jonesville walmart and get some info about me that apparently they magically had that coldwater walmart didnt have.... Ok, i guess. Slightly less pissed.



They inform me that they have to have my doctor approve the medicine or else my insurance wont cover it. (Isnt writing the effing prescription proof that he wants me to have it?)





..Ok, ill come back tomorrow.. One more day without meds might not hurt.. right?



HAHAHHAHAHA SURE. My chest was back to feeling weird and pressurized. Awesome. If i have a heart attack or something, Im going to rub it in the stupid doctors face that he almost killed me by prescribing a medicine that needs LULZ APPROVEDEDZ0R. Actually it probably wouldnt be the first time he -actually- killed someone.





I call the doctor when i get home and tell him to call in a generic prescription to walmart instead of bystolic because my insurance is being heterosexual.





I come back the next day on my break, because the pharmacy closes at 9. I bring Daniel with me so that he can carry a body back with him if need be, because I know this wont go smooth. It -never- goes smooth.





I get up there and they say that my doctor needs to fax the papers to someone again or some crap, i dont know.

Awesome.



I get pissed, and leave so i can sit down the rest of my break. I get to the back and they call me to the pharmacy. I tell them by yelling at the ceiling that they can suck it, since I was just up there. Daniel makes me go back. We go back.



I get back there, wondering if maybe they screwed up and will just authorize the damn prescription so I can be on my way. Nope. She says "I Misunderstood. He refuses to authorize the prescription through the insurance, so you cant have it unless you pay cash."



Fuck this. I tell her that im sick of this shitty health care, and stomp away, determined to sit down for -some- of my break.



I sit in the back and cry. Cry because this is the saddest excuse for a 1st world country.. Where a girl with chest pains cant get the medicine she needs to not be in pain.





And my conspiracy theories kicked in. I looked up on the internet some time before and there is alternatives to Bystolic that are generic prescriptions.



Perhaps my doctor sided with Bystolic drug company just for the money. Out of this 60$ they are trying to milk from me (Like hell im paying that, when my dad pays 10$ for 3 months of his blood pressure medicine) Maybe he gets 50% of it.





Because if he prescribed me one that wasnt ridiculously overpriced, then he'd get -NOTHING- *GASP!*





I duno, i was pissed. I cried. Because I'm in pain. Because all the doctors I've been to dont care about me. None of them who could help me cared at all. I'm sick of noone caring.. and everyone constantly screwing me over.. and ditching me.. and making plans and blowing me off. Sick as hell... Im glad for Daniel, as he's the one person who doesnt screw me over. I love him so much.





Well, Daniel being the awesome guy he is decides to "help".





He goes to the pharmacy when im finishing my last few minutes of my break, and decides to buy my prescription.





Oh, how wrong this was.





See, i had planned to go to prompt care after i got out of work and gotten a better prescription, one that's not retarded.. going to rite aid, and filling it, everythings done, and im fine... and this sucky day is over.






OHOHOHOHOHOHOH how wrong I was!





I'm pissed that daniel bought it. But i'm even more pissed that they -LET- him buy it. ITS NOT HIS PRESCRIPTION! It's MINE! they let him pay for AND take it.





WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





So, Im pissed as hell.. Stomp over to the pharmacy and ask him why they let him buy it.





"Its not a controlled substance, so it doesnt matter who buys it. We did nothing illegal."





...................Ok, so if its not a controlled substance, WHY THE FUCK IS IT NOT OUT ON THE SHELF?





If its a PRESCRIPTION. an EXPENSIVE one. ONe written for -ME-.......... One that needs to be PRIOR AUTHORIZED THROUGH A DEADBEAT OF A DOCTOR





-WHY- can -ANYONE- in the world just walk up and TAKE MY PRESCRIPTION!?!?!?!?!?!?





















WHAT THE HOLY HELL!?!?!!?!?!?!?!!?





Pissed, i go see the manager of the night, Doug



I tell him that Daniel meant well, but how the hell could they sell SOMEONE ELSE ... -MY- prescription!?!?!











he said he'd get with amatha in the morning.



























....I'm a bit more calmed down now.... So i go sit in the breakroom and wait for Daniels break. I need a hug. bad. I also need to tell him to never do that again.





I go out and buy some mac n cheese and eat it while waiting.. It helps calm me down even more.. I've stopped crying by now, and am feeling pretty good.



Daniel comes in for break, and i start bawling again.





Turns out he's pissed that i went to doug, and that i've "Tattled" and "Hurt him" because I went and told doug about MY CONCERN THAT SOMOENE IS PURCHASING -MY- PRESCRIPTION WITHOUT MY AUTHORIZATION!!



W.T.F!





His break is over and hes like "im gunna be fired. Im gunna be fired. Jesus christ."





and He stomps away, and i run out after him telling him HES NOT GUNNA GET IN TROUBLE! JESUS!!!!





He just keeps going, and I'm super upset that hes upset.. and i just break down even more...





Jewell comes out and is trying to figure out whats wrong....





and ugh,



Daniel meant well, but he just made everything worse.. Twice. I was calmed down TWICE today and he made it worse.





Oh well...





He decides he wants to go home, and asks doug to leave. He has to take a tardy... I tell him he doesnt need to go home!!!



But he does anyway. ugh.





We walk out to the car in silence...





Get to the car... He's crying.. I'm crying.. I can barely breathe.... My chest hurts.. This day just sucks so bad..







He tells me how I've "hurt him"... and I told him how he just did something he didnt need to do... and it just... made everything worse.. I told him how.. I need him right now... I need his support in this



I dont need him giving me problems too.






UGh. Anyway... He thinks im going to dump him, and starts crying, and i never ever wanna see that again in my whole life.>_<





He tells me to stop crying, cuzim just doing this to myself, or something. I duno. Its not my fault i cant breathe and stuff. Like im purpusly causing mucus to fill my lungs. Sure, i know how to do that. ugh.



He asks me if i wanna go home or to his house...





I drive back to his house.... we lay in bed and talk about things... I still cant breathe, and ive got a screaming headache.



So inbetween gasps and sobs... we communicate...











...and he thinks im going to dump him again, and he starts bawling.. and by god, i NEVER EVER wanna hear that again in my whole life..





I have to SCREAM at him that i am NOT going to dump him EVER, and I love him SO MUCH, and this is stupid to think im gunna dump him over something so STUPID as this and ugh.





More conversation and a 1.5 hour bath later, everything is better, and we're fine... My headache is gone, i can breathe again, and we're back to our goofy selves.





So.. Protip: When im going through medicine withdrawl, in pain, and because of a stupid ass reason (like a refused signature!), do not piss me off, please.



(Its really hard to piss me off in the first place, but yeah.)











I'd never felt so terrible in my life, emotionally.





...im glad that day is over. *falls over*





Go on the 'net today and look up alternatives to Bystolic... There are 4, and they are -ALL- covered by walmarts $4 generic plan.





Why did allthis have to happen, when there are clearly 4 other easy options to fix this situation?





Conspiracy. Or retardedation. one or the other. *dies*











Now, showertime, worktime, then off to prompt care!



...and to never ever talk about this ever again. >_