"Hi, we have a question about a TAR request for medication. We don't know who my brother's worker is, though."
"Sure, here's the county office number."
"No, we've called there, and they've told us that since he is on SSI, he no longer has a county worker. I'm trying to figure out who is handling his TARs now."
"His worker would be based out of the county office."
"But he doesn't have a worker..."
"That's not what you said!"
"Sorry, let me try and clarify. He doesn't have a worker because..."
"That is NOT what you said when you called!" (starting to sound riled up and panicked). "You said you didn't know who his worker was, not that he didn't have one!"
::click:: I just couldn't take anymore stupid. It was leeching into my brain.
Eventually, we got the TAR number, found out the meds had been approved on 5/5, and called the pharmacy, only to be told that the meds in question were discontinued. I'd just ordered them (with my money) from the manufacturer earlier that day. When I tried to argue, she said, "Our wholesaler says they no longer exist, so they no longer exist. You can't have them."
Now, Walgreens had been willing to order this med last month when it was self-pay, but as soon as it gets approved by MediCal, who pays less than I would, we can't have it? Fishy. I'll be getting the manufacturer and Walgreens on a conference call today.
On the plus side, MediCal SEEMS to have approved Needlenoggin's wheelchair, which would be fantastic. They didn't approve the depth of the seat, so I'm afraid it'll get kicked back to processing (again)...but it would be so nice to get him his official wheelchair before the anniversary of the accident!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Other Friends and Family
First, the bad:
Needlenoggin's attendant and friend, Miss Manhattan:
had her apartment in Oakland (far, far away from here) broken in to. The thieves ate food out of her fridge (?) and stole her laptop, which had her 20 page RN final on it. Yeah, sucks.
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My Godfather, Tuffy's uncle, lives up here in NorCal. He was home, doing some minor home improvements that include hauling junk to the dump, and was trying to load heavy, wheeled items into a pickup by himself. Long story short, he injured his right shoulder, broke his left arm, banged up his head and shattered his right knee. It'll require surgery.
His wife was at work, his phone was in the truck, and he obviously wasn't going to walk for help. Luckily, a neighbor heard him calling, and got the fire department over. Now he's home recuperating with company from a friend, but he's having to hop in a walker and swing from a rope wound through the rafters, and he looks mightily uncomfortable.
Worse, the poor guy, who loves to garden and work in his vineyard, can't get out of the living room/kitchen area. But, we still have Needlenoggin's powerchair! I think we're taking it over this weekend to see if it'll help put a smile on the guy's face. it should be able to go out on dirt and gravel, and allow him to travel over the grass and get out in his backyard. I hope this is a good fit.
In good news:
Congrats to my cousin and two of Tuffy's siblings who are graduating from college, as well as my fellow Student Parents from Cal Berkeley. My Godmother's son graduates this month and gets his Lieutenant's commission in the army, and his wife graduates with honors from the same school.
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Congrats to Lisa (she lived below us pre-accident) who just got a cool new job. Awesome. Two of our other pre-accident roomies are having a baby this summer as well. Yay!
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Congrats to an "internet friend" who won her primary race for public office!
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Needlenoggin's attendant and friend, Miss Manhattan:
had her apartment in Oakland (far, far away from here) broken in to. The thieves ate food out of her fridge (?) and stole her laptop, which had her 20 page RN final on it. Yeah, sucks.
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My Godfather, Tuffy's uncle, lives up here in NorCal. He was home, doing some minor home improvements that include hauling junk to the dump, and was trying to load heavy, wheeled items into a pickup by himself. Long story short, he injured his right shoulder, broke his left arm, banged up his head and shattered his right knee. It'll require surgery.
His wife was at work, his phone was in the truck, and he obviously wasn't going to walk for help. Luckily, a neighbor heard him calling, and got the fire department over. Now he's home recuperating with company from a friend, but he's having to hop in a walker and swing from a rope wound through the rafters, and he looks mightily uncomfortable.
Worse, the poor guy, who loves to garden and work in his vineyard, can't get out of the living room/kitchen area. But, we still have Needlenoggin's powerchair! I think we're taking it over this weekend to see if it'll help put a smile on the guy's face. it should be able to go out on dirt and gravel, and allow him to travel over the grass and get out in his backyard. I hope this is a good fit.
In good news:
Congrats to my cousin and two of Tuffy's siblings who are graduating from college, as well as my fellow Student Parents from Cal Berkeley. My Godmother's son graduates this month and gets his Lieutenant's commission in the army, and his wife graduates with honors from the same school.
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Congrats to Lisa (she lived below us pre-accident) who just got a cool new job. Awesome. Two of our other pre-accident roomies are having a baby this summer as well. Yay!
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Congrats to an "internet friend" who won her primary race for public office!
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