After the clusterfuck that was my insurance company and doctor's office, I've finally got my pills back. True, they're only samples, but I don't care. I've got two more months of them, and hopefully by that time my medical record will be fixed and I won't ever have this problem again. Ever. Did I say ever? EVER!!!!!!!
But Courtney, you say, how could this happen? How could they deny your prescription? Well, because my doctor was trying to be nice by not labeling me in my Permanent Record, that's how. Poor man, he probably didn't realize what he was doing, and I don't blame him. And yes, part of it is my fault because I went in there acting sane, and let's face it...I'm short a few circuits. Or have extras...
Moving on!
The medicine wasn't being prescribed to me for the 4 reasons that people get it, so I had to tell the insurance company that yes, I have two of those conditions, and then call the doctor's office and have them change the diagnosis. So now they have to appeal the diagnosis and all that shit. Who knew it would be this difficult to get drugs legally? Hmpf.
And for those who follow my blog, y'all know I had a tough time adjusting to this new pill, even though I was getting the best sleep EVER. There's that word again. But being "all alone" in my head took some major adjustment. And when my body didn't have it for THREE FRAKKING WEEKS, Courtney lost all ability to cope. And apparently I had these coping skills before (or so my mother and others, hey that rhymes, told me). I was easily irritated and had absolutely no time for BS. And I'm one of those go-with-the-flow chicks. Very easy-going and laid back, much like my Dad. We don't let the small stuff bother us. And my paranoia, holy Zeus, that was even worse!
Long story short. Just say yes.
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