G & GIf you’ve lost count, or, like me, you can’t count nor keep track of things, baby is just about 4 months old. He will be tomorrow. Here is a picture. That’s cousin Gianna on the right who just turned six months old last week.

So it all started 4 days ago when I needed to refill my prescription. I buzzed by the pharmacy on Monday to request a refill to pick up later on or the next day. I had T go pick it up on his way home from work at 8:30 at night. He’s done it before, so no big deal there. Only he calls me up on the phone saying our insurance won’t cover it all of a sudden! They would rather I take a different medication because it’s been around longer and they will cover it. Jerks.

{In fact the insurance company has sent letters in the past “just to let you know that this drug is less expensive to you” blah blah blah. Sure, it will cost less, but it is not the same as what I’m on and I’d rather not go through withdraw and acclimation all at the same time. Plus this one works for me.}

Hubby talked the pharmacist into giving me 3 pills for free because I was completely out and I need to take it otherwise I experience withdraw. Yes, even the next after not taking one, which my doctor finds strange, but whatever. The pharmacy was supposed to call my doctor to approve the medication for the insurance and get it all straightened out so it wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg.

Today, T called the pharmacy and it is covered now, so I can go pick up the rest of my refill and pay for it today. About an hour ago, my doctor’s office calls. It’s the nurse saying that they talked with the pharmacy or the insurance and that my particular medication is approved for coverage out until 2099 because the drug the insurance company recommends is not the same as the one I’m on and I’m doing well on mine.

Then she goes on to say that she was handed my chart for this call and that she noticed I haven’t scheduled my post-partum appointment yet.

Ooops.

Not really oops. I know full well I haven’t done it yet. I don’t know why. I did schedule all the kids for their yearly checkups after the baby was born, so I got that done. I just fell by the wayside. And then the more I thought about it and said “I’ll do it tomorrow, when it’s quiet”, the longer it got. Now it’s more like it’s been such a long time, I might as well forget it? Try to explain this to someone on the phone, or to you, and it sounds rather stupid. I suppose what it boils down to is that I still have some issues with depression and anxiety and other psychological abnormalities (none confirmed, just what I think) and I put it off.

The nurse nicely put me through to scheduling and I now have an appointment for next Wednesday. How’s that for speedy scheduling?! I’m sure if I would have called myself the next available appointment would have been in July.