Here it is—the rant I have been trying to contain, but no longer can.
I don’t have a closed mind, and I’m completely capable of changing my viewpoint. I do it all the time. I receive information from others on a daily basis which makes me look at a subject with a different perspective.
Speaking about politics through my blog, seems to ruin my little sanctuary away from all the crap, and I really hesitate to type out these words, but I’ve had enough!
***The following is only my opinion***
I am an Independent with left leaning tendencies on all social issues. I used to say that I leaned to the right in regard to financial issues. However, each party finds a way to make the laws bend to insure they maintain their financial supporters, so in my eyes, neither party is financially responsible.
Originally, I was a supporter of the Affordable Healthcare Act, and I still am. I probably blogged about my feelings in regard to our healthcare system prior to this law. I’m specifically referring to the pre-existing conditions, and the affordability of health insurance. Both of my siblings were victims, who paid with their lives.
Anyway, my beef is with the insurance companies and how the Affordable Healthcare Act has created bigger monsters of them. Oh my gosh! Whatever happened, it created a crap load of changes as to how the insurance business operates. The decisions made between the doctor and the patient are no longer valid, and are poo-pooed by the insurance companies if the treatment doesn’t fit into their guidelines.
I have another beef with the mega medical corporations. I’m sure most metropolitan areas—who knows, maybe even rural areas—have these major medical corporations that mandate what their doctors can and can’t do based upon the money reaped from our illnesses. Basically, a doctor’s hands are tied these days if they are a part of these major corporations. Each and every patient receives the same exact treatment, even if a patient or two doesn’t fit the mold.
What set me off today?
Medications. Specifically, what the insurance company deems is appropriate for an individuals healthcare needs. If the insurance company feels as if they should only cover a certain amount of pills, that’s all they cover. The insurance companies are dictating necessary treatments, not our doctors.
Who is taking care of me? My compliance to my doctor’s advice and instructions?
Or, my insurance company?
I turned in a prescription today. One I had looked over, and one I had a discussion with my doctor, due to a letter I received from our insurance company that stated I would only be allowed 30 pills in a 25-day period. The count for this prescription was for 45 pills.
When I picked up my prescription, I received 30 pills. I asked if I could have the rest of the prescribed amount and pay out of pocket for the remainder. This was what the letter from our insurance stated I could do.
If the pharmacy tech had nicely said no, that the prescription wasn’t written for 45 pills, I would have walked away and called my doctor to make sure I wasn’t as stupid as the pharmacy tech was making me feel. Then I would contact my stinkin’ insurance company.
But that tech behind the window pissed me off. She told me that the prescription was written for one per day, which equaled 30 pills. She has to be the Queen of Snarkiness, because I haven’t gotten that mad, that quick, since my kids were little and something threatened them. Her tone, her body language, and the look on her face made the mountain – me – begin to rumble.
Perhaps I was receiving this treatment from her because the prescription was for an anxiety medication. In her mind, I was possibly an addicted loony, trying to score some more drugs. Perhaps I was oversensitive—no, I may be crazy, but I don’t imagine things, and she was one big nasty person. (Oh, how I want to use vulgar language, but I won’t let her attitude make me do it).
I know that prescription was written for 1 to 1-1/2 tablets per day, for a total of 45 pills. I saw the count number was 45. I didn’t even have dirty glasses when I read that prescription, and this doctor just so happens to have pretty nice handwriting.
Unfortunately, I have seen more than a couple of prescriptions in my life, and I’m getting pretty good at reading them. Plus, I have to Google everything about the medication, even down to the shape, color, and markings to make sure I don’t get the wrong medication.
I made it to the car, and safely home before the lava flowed. I’m going to give myself a while to calm down before contacting my insurance company.
You see, it isn’t just the way patients are treated, or the cost of care that needed to be changed, we needed a law without loopholes to control the insurance company’s grip on us. Doctors, hospitals, and care facilities need to charge realistic fees for services rendered. Our insurance premiums should also be realistic. Why is that so hard to figure out?
I’ve always heard that one person can make a difference. I would like to make a difference, but I’m sure I would have to resort to vulgar language.