So, the insurance denied the Buspar, which is bullshit. They require it to be a 90 day supply, but we don't know for sure that it will be the final dosage that I am on. I mean, I can probably guarantee it will be the next 90 days that I am on it, but Dr. Ngo is reticent to do that. I see him this month, but he doesn't issue scrips without seeing someone. Withdrawls from that drug are going to be nasty if it is sudden. I do have some of the 10s left, so I can use those to tide me over for a few days. I will call the insurance tomorrow and tear them a new one, since I am fairly certain they are not working today and this is just an auto-reject.
Happy New Year! No psych meds for you!
Happy Birthday! Here! Have some psych med withdrawls with no step down!
I hate motherfucking insurance bastards.
What I am fucking pissed about is that the fucking pharmacy called me to auto fill the refill of Buspar. I know that they did! So, that means that they knew about this denial for about a week. This is the first I have heard of it. If they had already faxed my psychiatrist, then he has either ignored the fax or he never gotten it. My guess is that the pharmacy didn't fax him since it was an auto refill. However, the pharmacy is notorious for not looking for the ninety day perscription. I am seriously tempted to call right this fucking second and find out if there is a ninety day scrip in my file for this fucking drug.
My paranoia is seriously high. It's one of the reasons I am on Buspar in the first place. The anxiety that I have has been dampened by the drug. It's because of the danger posed to my liver that we haven't increased it. Hell, I am lucky to have gotten back onto a fucking bi-polar med.
I have to explain in terms of one syllable or less to these motherfuckers that I am not necessarily on my functional dosage.
I sincerely detest dealing with these fuckers.
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