After a week of watching the convention, I was filled with hope for not only health care reform, but maybe even a cure! Who would ever have thought a Raygun would stand up for me?
My life has been one long battle with the health care system, ever since I was diagnosed with Type I diabetes as an adolescent. Finding doctors, fighting with HMOs when they randomly decide not to cover this or that (once it was SYRINGES!) -- all of this has been WORK. And after living in this town for five years, I thought I had finally found a doctor. We had at least three or four appointments. I had another appointment for Aug. 5. I thought we had something there . . . maybe I could have a doctor for more than six months . . .
Then I get a "Dear Patient" message on my phone machine. She has left town -- gone, just like that. On the message they said they were rescheduling me with a GP in the same practice (who is an idiot). I didn't cancel, because hey, somebody's gotta write my prescriptions, and DAMNIT I'm tired of looking for a doctor.
Fast forward to Thursday, when I call to refill my insulin, and find out my prescription has expired. So I call the Dr.'s office and ask them to refill. Routine, I think.
Then I show up at the pharmacy on Friday afternoon to pick up my insulin, but it isn't there. Not phoned in. After a major hassle (no cell phone -- I'm a phone beggar) I end up calling the Dr.'s office from the pharmacists' phone, and this oh-so-smug little office tyrant puts me on hold for 15 minutes and then (so smugly!) tells me they AREN'T GOING TO REFILL MY PRESCRIPTION FOR INSULIN.
Holy shit. It's Friday afternoon. I used to be able to buy insulin over the counter, but I use an insulin pump now which takes a particular type that you can't get without a prescription.
So I'm in the student health center pharmacy, screaming into the phone at the top of my lungs about HOW DARE YOU DENY A DIABETIC HER INSULIN? The pharmacist is standing there like YOU GO GIRL, but some lab technicians are working on the other side of the wall, and can't see that I am on the phone. It's the perfect sitcom setup. They think I am threatening their coworkers in the pharmacy with my HOW DARE YOU and all that. Oh and somewhere in there I referred to myself as a junkie, in reference to my life-and-death dependency on the Eli Lilly recombinant DNA nectar that is called HUMALOG.
When smug-girl (must be a relative of GW's) realizes that I AM STILL A PATIENT because I still have an appointment there, she agrees to refill my insulin. I am just paralyzed with rage by now, and really just want to get outside so I can cry. And then, as I'm walking past the lab next door, I notice that there are security guards watching me, who weren't there before, and they are whispering with the lab technicians, and watching me. THEY CALLED SECURITY ON THE DISGRUNTLED DIABETIC!
At least they didn't stop me and question me.
Even if I wasn't the raging political animal that I am (hard to imagine) I would have to vote John Kerry because of stem cell research. Last year my doctor told me I was five years away from kidney dialysis. There are probably many others like me who CAN'T AFFORD another four years of this heartless crminal and his heartless, criminal administration!
Oh, I had to share that with you. JANUARY and the INAGURATION of John Kerry can't come soon enough for me!!!!
When I hear them say "Help is on the way," I want to cry!
Love to all of you -- and to Ron Reagan Jr., too,
The Insulin Junkie
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