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A "minor" headache, if you can call it that. My mother is diabetic and manages a daily regimen of about seven or eight different medications. My sister mentioned that according to the law, there is supposed to be a provision for recurring prescriptions—essentially a single script that covers six months—but apparently, the people actually running the show have no idea how to implement it. Theoretically, you could hit the pharmacy every few months for the same meds using one script, so one has to wonder: who exactly is ignoring the law??
She’s registered with a doctor in New York City, right in the heart of the downtown district, near a clinic that—unlike that local liquor store that shut down recently—has never once bothered to reserve even a single parking spot for patients. Today, that area was a total red zone. I won't go into too much detail about how infuriating it is to have to shell out $5.25, whether it's ten bucks in the city center or eight dollars in the suburbs, just to find a spot to pick up a prescription. Not to mention the parking garage near the hospital; if you’re trying to transport a patient with limited mobility, you’re forced to use the same garage and pay the premium just to get in.
With this new system, honestly, it’s better to park further away from the doctor's office; if you spend an hour navigating a red zone—assuming you even find a spot—it’s hard to actually get to the pharmacy window. But the absolute peak of absurdity happened today. I went to pick up my mother's scripts, and the doctor on the afternoon shift was covering for her regular physician, who is currently on vacation. I had been there two or three weeks ago, and regardless of the fact that Mom is currently at the beach, I couldn't get two specific medications because, according to the system, she still had about half a box left. To prevent the doctors from getting flagged by the auditors, they simply refuse to write them. So today, the doctor tells me: "Um... regarding this blood pressure medication, she picked it up on June 9th and still has three tablets left for the next three days." I told her: "No, she hasn't taken it since yesterday." She insists: "Yes, she has." I say: "No, she hasn't." She says: "Yes, the computer says so." I replied: "The computer can say what it wants, but she doesn't have them—and besides, what does it mean that she has enough for three more days!" Under this current setup, you’d practically need to visit the pharmacy every single day—one drug on Thursday, another on Monday, a third on Friday, and so on. Given that she is disabled—and even if she weren't—someone would essentially have to move in next door to the clinic. For a therapy that hasn't changed in six or seven years, you have to show up the exact moment you run dry. That's what the doctor said. According to Medicare: exactly.
Now, assuming she isn't just talking nonsense, is our healthcare system becoming increasingly "organized" in a way where, if you have a disabled family member, you might as well just quit your job? Because you'll be spending your life dealing with one prescription after another every single day. And do the people we fund to serve us have any inkling of what real life is actually like? Unfortunately, we have to pay them by decree, so they don't necessarily need to understand reality. In the real world, you work, and before you can even enjoy what's left, you've already paid them just so they can perform their jobs—jobs that you end up performing for them in the most convoluted way possible. Then, they'll take your money to hire some PR firm to explain to you how things aren't actually broken, but are instead functioning perfectly and logically.
Anyway, while I was tidying up my apartment, I stumbled upon some info on this forum about which kitchens to avoid, which doors not to buy, and so on.
So, I am calling on you—given that I unfortunately possess extensive, long-term experience with the American healthcare system—to join me in sharing your own experiences. Even if these services aren't officially "on the market" and we can't avoid them, perhaps through these small, incremental contributions, we can start fighting against being treated like we just fell off a turnip truck.
thanks
She’s registered with a doctor in New York City, right in the heart of the downtown district, near a clinic that—unlike that local liquor store that shut down recently—has never once bothered to reserve even a single parking spot for patients. Today, that area was a total red zone. I won't go into too much detail about how infuriating it is to have to shell out $5.25, whether it's ten bucks in the city center or eight dollars in the suburbs, just to find a spot to pick up a prescription. Not to mention the parking garage near the hospital; if you’re trying to transport a patient with limited mobility, you’re forced to use the same garage and pay the premium just to get in.
With this new system, honestly, it’s better to park further away from the doctor's office; if you spend an hour navigating a red zone—assuming you even find a spot—it’s hard to actually get to the pharmacy window. But the absolute peak of absurdity happened today. I went to pick up my mother's scripts, and the doctor on the afternoon shift was covering for her regular physician, who is currently on vacation. I had been there two or three weeks ago, and regardless of the fact that Mom is currently at the beach, I couldn't get two specific medications because, according to the system, she still had about half a box left. To prevent the doctors from getting flagged by the auditors, they simply refuse to write them. So today, the doctor tells me: "Um... regarding this blood pressure medication, she picked it up on June 9th and still has three tablets left for the next three days." I told her: "No, she hasn't taken it since yesterday." She insists: "Yes, she has." I say: "No, she hasn't." She says: "Yes, the computer says so." I replied: "The computer can say what it wants, but she doesn't have them—and besides, what does it mean that she has enough for three more days!" Under this current setup, you’d practically need to visit the pharmacy every single day—one drug on Thursday, another on Monday, a third on Friday, and so on. Given that she is disabled—and even if she weren't—someone would essentially have to move in next door to the clinic. For a therapy that hasn't changed in six or seven years, you have to show up the exact moment you run dry. That's what the doctor said. According to Medicare: exactly.
Now, assuming she isn't just talking nonsense, is our healthcare system becoming increasingly "organized" in a way where, if you have a disabled family member, you might as well just quit your job? Because you'll be spending your life dealing with one prescription after another every single day. And do the people we fund to serve us have any inkling of what real life is actually like? Unfortunately, we have to pay them by decree, so they don't necessarily need to understand reality. In the real world, you work, and before you can even enjoy what's left, you've already paid them just so they can perform their jobs—jobs that you end up performing for them in the most convoluted way possible. Then, they'll take your money to hire some PR firm to explain to you how things aren't actually broken, but are instead functioning perfectly and logically.
Anyway, while I was tidying up my apartment, I stumbled upon some info on this forum about which kitchens to avoid, which doors not to buy, and so on.
So, I am calling on you—given that I unfortunately possess extensive, long-term experience with the American healthcare system—to join me in sharing your own experiences. Even if these services aren't officially "on the market" and we can't avoid them, perhaps through these small, incremental contributions, we can start fighting against being treated like we just fell off a turnip truck.
thanks