Jack’s World

Mr. Campy

I spent the past few days sick as a dog and finally went in for some IV fluids and meds to stop the vomiting.

We get all through (after 6 hours) and the dr sends me to the pharmacy because he wants me to take a higher dose of Zofran to help me keep food down. I am already taking it twice a day- have been for two weeks.

I get to the pharmacy and THEY WON’T FILL THE PRESCRIPTION.

Apparently, sometime in the last 3 years they changed their policy to only allow 15 Zofran pills per month. This is a WEEKS worth of medication for me. Medication that stops me from having to be hooked up to a PIC line and admitted. Medication that is the single most effective treatment for Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Medication that people NEED.

I call the dr and they talk about it awhile- here is what they can do for me: ADMIT ME. So, in three days when I run out of Zofran, I’m going to be admitted to L&D because there they can give me the drugs I need, no questions asked. Now, since I only have enough meds per month to keep me out of the hospital for one week out of the month- I guess you’ll know where to find me the other 3 weeks.

Don’t know who’s going to watch the kids, or how I’m supposed to get any work done- but apparently, I’m going to be in the hospital. I don’t see how this is saving the government big bucks, considering that now they get to pay for my hospital bed, in addition to the necessary medication they refuse to allow me to have.

The entire POINT of the Zofran is to keep me OUT of the hospital.

I. AM. SO. PISSED.

Believe me, Chris’ commander, his first shirt, the head of patient advocacy, my drs and my worthless congress people will all be hearing from me.