Saturday, September 24, 2011

The Insurance Company can kiss my ass....

I have diabetes, asthma, hypertension, arthritis, blah, blah, blabbity, blah....right. So, I am trying to be more proactive with my health and take charge of my treatments (with the help of my doctors). I'm not talking about growing out my armpit hair and boiling some tree bark while I visualize my lungs like a big beautiful tree spreading its canopy to the sky. No, I mean real things like losing weight (40 pounds down so far, boo-yah), eating healthier, adjusting my medicines to minimize the poly-pharmacy hell I had come to endure. You know common sense shit.

Now enter the evil insurance company, the insurance which I pay for, which means they work for me, correct? Hell to the no. Now before I start let me say I don't have answers to the health care problems in America. I just work here and try to get through my day most of the time. When and if I have spare time I can reflect and ruminate on solutions for the sorry state of affairs in the modern medical marvel that is our country's health care system.
Here is the latest in a long line of absolute horse shit that I am dealing with. I have diabetes. I was on an insulin pump which cost about $4,500 just for the actual pump, not supplies, not insulin, just the actual little pump that is about the size of a cell phone. Insurance paid for the pump, but not the supplies (about $450 for a 3 month supply) and I had a hefty co-pay of about $45 per month for the insulin. I was able to get off the pump, yippee! Started on oral medications and an injection called Victoza.

Great, or so you would think. I am told by my insurance company that this shot will cost me about $120 per month, but good news I can switch to a different injectable medication and it is "preferred" so it will be cheaper. But, uh-oh I have been on this medication called Byetta and I threw up my soul. I threw up so hard and so often that I began thinking a foot amputation wouldn't be so bad. I threw up so much that I tore my esophagus and started throwing up blood. But the insurance company requires a "trial" before they will think about extenuating circumstances to approve the Victoza. So, I get the Byetta prescription. And that bitch costs $100 per month and the insurance says I don't need the dose the doctor has prescribed so they won't let me have the larger dose. What in the flaming mouth of hell are they thinking?

So, I am going to go get my Victoza. If you see me on the corner trying to hawk my wares, throw a girl some business. I am trying to keep my diabetes under control so I don't have to get a foot amputated. Which, by the way, my insurance company would pay for at 100% without any co-pays or anything. They will pay for the treatment of complications but not for the disease itself. If that isn't ass backwards then I don't know what is.