Life is hard for many, brutal for others. Me? I face the same potholes and roll of the dice you do. I have it better than most. But…
My urgency is the return of cold weather. It is imperative to get back on Celebrex. The “discomfort” is a small issue compared to the danger of falling. I am less likely to have limb failure when my joints are not as inflamed. I live alone.
One pal told me not to call it “discomfort” any more. He said my face shows it to be pain. Fair enough.
Pfiezer has artificially extended their patent. American drug laws are corporation friendly. . We are the only country in the world where GENERIC Celebrex is not available. The price here for my dosage? $400.00 dollars a month. The Canadian price? Fifty bucks.
For months I worked toward my goal. I applied for and got Medicaid. I had been eligible for several years but some welfare frauds are too lazy to bother. It took months and many trips to town that left me in tears from fatigue. It wore my friends who drive out, too.
A senior center counselor and I called my part D provider on speaker phone. I was assured it would be no problem. I received a letter from HHS and another from the insurance provider. No problem. I struggled to achieve a doctor visit and saved up the co-pays. She emailed the prescription in. No problem.
Months of effort was finally going to bear fruit.
I was always proudly self sufficient. Need is a bitter pill. It galls me to need. I live in terror of asking too much from friends and Libertarians and Republicans with austerity axes.
Momma may have, and Papa may have…
It was nasty when after jumping through all these hoops the pharmacy got a computer auto denial. I came home empty handed. Again.
I had decided to take my little dog on this trip to nowhere. He so loves cars, the grandpa dog. He tried to jump in as soon as the car door opened. He missed. He fell.
He can’t walk since.
He hasn’t pissed or dumped for 30 hours now. I rigged a sling and hang him from my neck. Using the walker I climb the stairs and manage him outside. He lays there for an hour and I bring him back in. He drinks a little if I bring a cup. He ate some shredded chicken but threw it up. He really hurts.
So how is your day?