I should have taken a picture or two, but I was injecting myself with medicine in a Dollar General parking lot this morning, thanks to our stellar healthcare system.
Back to the beginning.
I've been on the cholesterol drug Repatha since late February, and until last week it was going great.
Phone calls from the specialty pharmacy every two weeks insured that my medications always arrived a day or two in advance of when they were due to be administered.
June 23rd was no different. My next dose was due last Saturday, July 1st. So they set me up for delivery on Thursday, the 29th. Just like always, it sounded like this program was going well.
Thursday came and went... no delivery.
Friday... no delivery.
I called the pharmacy late Friday to see what was going on.
They told me I didn't have an updated "PA".
OK,... Let's pretend I know WTF a PA is. Where do I get one?
- Oh, we submitted the request to your doctor on the 23rd, but we haven't heard back from them. It's a "Prior Authorization" form that he has to complete for the insurance.
So did you check to make sure he got the request?
- Oh yes sir, we check every two days, but they haven't called us back. We even faxed it again.
Faxed? in 2017, in America, you're still faxing?
- Yes sir. We have to fax them over and he has to fax them back.
So am I supposed to do something at this point? I'm due to inject tomorrow, but obviously that's not going to happen, is it?
- No sir. A PA can take quite some time.
So why am I just hearing about it today? Nobody mentioned that I had to get re-approved every three months.
- Yes sir. We didn't know it was due until we tried to fill your proscription and it was rejected because the PA had expired. That's when we sent the request to your doctor.
So there was nothing in your system tracking that this needed to be done by a certain date?
- No sir. We don't know it's due until we submit a prescription and it's denied.
OK. I'm calling my doctor, before they close for the day.
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- Oh hi, Mr. Tucker. The doctor and his nurse have all left for the day, but I'll see what I can do to help you.
Good. What can you tell me about the PA request from my specialty pharmacy? They said they faxed it over and called several times, but no one has called them back. They can't fill the prescription without the PA from the doc.
- Oh gosh! Those can take quite some time!
Well then perhaps it would be a good idea to start sooner, rather than having me run completely out of medicine? I mean I don't think I'm cured, and I'm not dead yet, so I guess I still need it?
- Yes sir. You do. I'll check with them Monday morning. We do have samples of Repatha here, so if we have to we can give you one of those to hold you over until they get your PA ironed out.
Well, I guess I'll see you Monday, after I drive over an hour to get there. Is there something I need to do here to make sure this doesn't happen again?
- No sir, it's all supposed to be taken care of between your provider, the doctor, and the pharmacy.
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- Mr. Tucker? Hello.
I had to mute the phone for few seconds while I screamed profanities. I'm back now.
- Oh... OK.
Yeah. Do you understand my frustration at all?
- Oh yes. I do. so, we'll see you Monday?
Yes. You will see me Monday.
So I go this morning, and when I get there the fabulously gay male nurse explains to me that they never received a PA request.
I look at him and shrug my shoulders and give him the standard what the fuck look.
He asks me if I know which fax number they sent the request to.
Another glare from me.
- OK. Do you have their number, Mr. Tucker?
Yes... I give him the number.
- We'll get it straight for you Mr. Tucker. Don't you worry.
You instill in me a confidence beyond anything I have previously experienced.
So now they hand me the injector. I had a hunch it was going to be like this so I took an alcohol swab with me.
- Now remember, Mr. Tucker. You have to keep that cool until you inject.
Yeah, it's 90 degrees outside, so I'm going to drive for a few minutes, let it warm to ambient temperature, pull off the road somewhere, and inject myself like a heroin addict, if that's OK with you.
- Oh. Um. OK sir. Have a good day!
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So that's what I did, because I knew that if they lifted another fucking finger my insurance would be billed for $400.
I am thankful for the wonders of modern medicine, and I am thankful for an insurance policy that pays for $14,000 worth of drugs a year, but there is room for improvement.
These people don't communicate well with each other, or with the patient.
I have to remind my cardiologist that we should get updated blood work BEFORE I see him every time. Otherwise, he'll order it when I'm there, and our conversation is about data from 6 months previous.
Why should I have to tell him this every time?
Why would an insurance company put someone on groundbreaking cholesterol medication and require a re-approval every 90 days? If I'm not dead, I need it. Period.
Back to the beginning.
I've been on the cholesterol drug Repatha since late February, and until last week it was going great.
Phone calls from the specialty pharmacy every two weeks insured that my medications always arrived a day or two in advance of when they were due to be administered.
June 23rd was no different. My next dose was due last Saturday, July 1st. So they set me up for delivery on Thursday, the 29th. Just like always, it sounded like this program was going well.
Thursday came and went... no delivery.
Friday... no delivery.
I called the pharmacy late Friday to see what was going on.
They told me I didn't have an updated "PA".
OK,... Let's pretend I know WTF a PA is. Where do I get one?
- Oh, we submitted the request to your doctor on the 23rd, but we haven't heard back from them. It's a "Prior Authorization" form that he has to complete for the insurance.
So did you check to make sure he got the request?
- Oh yes sir, we check every two days, but they haven't called us back. We even faxed it again.
Faxed? in 2017, in America, you're still faxing?
- Yes sir. We have to fax them over and he has to fax them back.
So am I supposed to do something at this point? I'm due to inject tomorrow, but obviously that's not going to happen, is it?
- No sir. A PA can take quite some time.
So why am I just hearing about it today? Nobody mentioned that I had to get re-approved every three months.
- Yes sir. We didn't know it was due until we tried to fill your proscription and it was rejected because the PA had expired. That's when we sent the request to your doctor.
So there was nothing in your system tracking that this needed to be done by a certain date?
- No sir. We don't know it's due until we submit a prescription and it's denied.
OK. I'm calling my doctor, before they close for the day.
__________________________________________________________________________________
- Oh hi, Mr. Tucker. The doctor and his nurse have all left for the day, but I'll see what I can do to help you.
Good. What can you tell me about the PA request from my specialty pharmacy? They said they faxed it over and called several times, but no one has called them back. They can't fill the prescription without the PA from the doc.
- Oh gosh! Those can take quite some time!
Well then perhaps it would be a good idea to start sooner, rather than having me run completely out of medicine? I mean I don't think I'm cured, and I'm not dead yet, so I guess I still need it?
- Yes sir. You do. I'll check with them Monday morning. We do have samples of Repatha here, so if we have to we can give you one of those to hold you over until they get your PA ironed out.
Well, I guess I'll see you Monday, after I drive over an hour to get there. Is there something I need to do here to make sure this doesn't happen again?
- No sir, it's all supposed to be taken care of between your provider, the doctor, and the pharmacy.
......
.....
- Mr. Tucker? Hello.
I had to mute the phone for few seconds while I screamed profanities. I'm back now.
- Oh... OK.
Yeah. Do you understand my frustration at all?
- Oh yes. I do. so, we'll see you Monday?
Yes. You will see me Monday.
So I go this morning, and when I get there the fabulously gay male nurse explains to me that they never received a PA request.
I look at him and shrug my shoulders and give him the standard what the fuck look.
He asks me if I know which fax number they sent the request to.
Another glare from me.
- OK. Do you have their number, Mr. Tucker?
Yes... I give him the number.
- We'll get it straight for you Mr. Tucker. Don't you worry.
You instill in me a confidence beyond anything I have previously experienced.
So now they hand me the injector. I had a hunch it was going to be like this so I took an alcohol swab with me.
- Now remember, Mr. Tucker. You have to keep that cool until you inject.
Yeah, it's 90 degrees outside, so I'm going to drive for a few minutes, let it warm to ambient temperature, pull off the road somewhere, and inject myself like a heroin addict, if that's OK with you.
- Oh. Um. OK sir. Have a good day!
____________________________________________________________________________________________
So that's what I did, because I knew that if they lifted another fucking finger my insurance would be billed for $400.
I am thankful for the wonders of modern medicine, and I am thankful for an insurance policy that pays for $14,000 worth of drugs a year, but there is room for improvement.
These people don't communicate well with each other, or with the patient.
I have to remind my cardiologist that we should get updated blood work BEFORE I see him every time. Otherwise, he'll order it when I'm there, and our conversation is about data from 6 months previous.
Why should I have to tell him this every time?
Why would an insurance company put someone on groundbreaking cholesterol medication and require a re-approval every 90 days? If I'm not dead, I need it. Period.