Another old blog post. This one I found on my computer when I was looking for the old ones but it isn’t listed on the old blog I’m closing. I guess I meant to post this but never did…I don’t know what might have happened to it. I thought it was good to post, though, since it does deal with depression and medication which is something that is an important and ongoing issue in my life…even today. Hope you enjoy.
This was supposed to have been originally posted on 12.22.09, but I don’t think it ever was.
My doctor has me on a drug called Paxeva. I’ve only been to this doctor once because I wanted to start going to a Psychiatrist as opposed to just a general practitioner. My thinking was that a doctor specializing in my problems would be better able to help me.
When I walked into his office – which had a beautiful view of the marsh, river, and marina! – I wasn’t so sure I like him. I just didn’t think he had an inviting, friendly manner. Then, to make it worse, they charged me over 3 times what they should have and my dumb ass didn’t protest much! I was in a depressed mood and didn’t want to fight about it. Even though, I called the insurance company before I went to see him to see what my copay would be. I used to work for a PBM and know how much of a hassle dealing with insurance companies and policies can be: I didn’t want any surprises!
As soon as I returned to my car I called the insurance company and asked what my copay should be because, since I have worked in this type of company before I know what can happen, I wanted to make sure the person I originally spoke with didn’t make a mistake by giving me the wrong information. No, the mistake wasn’t made by the insurance company…the person I had on the phone this time was nice enough to call the doctor’s office and tell them, in fact, they made the mistake because they should have only charged me $40 as opposed to $143 dollars…the full cost of the visit!
(I just checked my work email because I’m at home right now. I’m working this afternoon because a good friend of mine is working this afternoon and I like hanging out with her. I don’t have a “set” schedule so there’s nothing wrong with me occasionally working the afternoon shift as opposed to the morning: it’s a good chance for me to get to see what goes on during that shift and what customers say/think/ask/etc… and find out what we might be able to improve on, etc. My boss, Mr. Calm, just emailed me because somebody from the Home Office just emailed EVERY-FUCKING-BODY about an important credit card issue I have to take care of which has a due date of the 25th. I REALIZE THAT, BITCH so back off and let me fucking handle things! GOD!)
So after I got off the phone with the insurance, I called the doctor’s office back so they could refund the money they over charged me to my bank card. “I’m sorry” they said, “we have an old system and are unable to do refunds.” WTF!?!
I work with credit card machines and you are always supposed to be able to refund money. What if you accidently had typed in one too many 1’s and charged my debit card $1,143.00, and what if the bank accepted it?!? Not only would I be way over drawn, but I also wouldn’t be able to get my money back?!?!?! Would you have issued me a check and _paid all the overdraft fee’s!?!? I was pissed!
So I canceled the appointment with the therapist he wanted me to see because it was a therapist in his office. Now I don’t know if I want to go back to my old doctor I saw in town before I ever got promoted…when I had insurance with my last job, or if I want to go back to this ass.
One of the other things I didn’t like about him was that he didn’t want to write me a prescription for a generic drug. I was taking the generic form of Prozac and it was working fine. I didn’t have any side affects I could recognize so I was pretty happy with it. The one side affect to Paxeva is that I’m not “in the mood” as often. Which, isn’t as big of a deal since I’m single but I still like “getting in the mood” because I can take care of any “issues” myself (I know…a little TMI (too much info) but I did say this was going to be honest and unedited…and certain “issues” is a natural part of life! If you don’t like it…don’t read my blog). And to be honest, I feel like I’m getting old when I don’t regularly have “issues” to take care of. I didn’t experience that side affect while I was taking Prozac.
The only other thing, I didn’t feel like I had any more energy with Prozac and I can’t yet tell if that’s a problem with Paxeva…because I’ve let a two month supply last me…about 4 or so months. (Maybe even longer.) I might be willing to try this medicine again, but only if he has another one of those discount card to give me. On my insurance, this medicine is $60 a month. The one good thing he did was give me a discount card that lasted the life of the prescription so it took $50 off the cost so I only have to pay $10 a month…that’s what I was paying for Prozac. If he doesn’t have another card, I’m not going to take this medicine again. He’s just going to have to give me a generic of something and up the dose – because he says the dose could be off +/- 30%.
(I just checked my email again and since the bitch sent the email to EVERYBODY say I STILL haven’t done anything with credit card issue, I replied back to EVERYBODY telling them I would be working on this TODAY. Two of the people on that email chain have their email accounts sending an auto reply telling everyone who emails them that they are “out of the office” until after Christmas. They are fairly high ranking people yet I can’t take any fucking time off during the holidays! I think I’m getting pissy again.)