Just a thought:
Hospitals, insurance companies, and especially specialty pharmacies, should really have specially-trained hostage negotiators or bomb dismantlers working in their Infertility Departments.
Seriously.
Someone needs to handle me like the ticking time bomb I am today, and talk me down off this ledge.
I really despise the fact that I am getting such a run-around from the insurance company. I guess I should just be happy that they cover the medications I need, but it would be great if they had a sense of urgency about the fact that I need to start these injections – that need to be shipped to me – ON MONDAY.
Gah!
As you may have noticed, I am a bit stressed today. Maybe it’s the Femara.
More than likely, it’s that I have a recently-reduced tolerance for BULLSHIT.
Aaaaaand TGIF to you all. 😉
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