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Hot, hot, hot
Jun. 30th, 2012 09:09 pmWell, technically, not as hot as Thursday or Friday were. But still hot. I did let Tess out into the pasture for a couple of hours just before dusk. One thing to be said in favor of a drought: no mosquitos. They have vanished, and I suspect that as with the last seriously dry summer we had, they won't recover much now.
Because the (mentally, morally, and financially) bankrupt State of Illinois abruptly dropped it's support program for senior citizens that helped pay their prescription drug costs, and did so in a letter sent out just five days before the program stops at midnight tonight: we drove into Chicago to try to get refills for Gary's mom while she could still take advantage of the aid plan. Turned out she had three that could be refilled just now, but two required authorization from the doctor. That's always a nightmare. It takes days of bugging his office sometimes before they call in a refill authorization or fax it to the pharmacy.
They promised to get it done on Friday. And failed. They authorized one drug, but not the most horrendously expensive one. It's beyond understanding why a medical office supposedly dedicated to helping people who are sick or in need can't get its act together to fax a simple signed sheet of paper. I'm afraid in the end, though, I know the answer: they aren't getting paid directly for doing it. Though it's an essential part of the service they provide, and bill the government and the insurance plan for, they don't see that particular task as having any priority because it's not a billable action.
We got the two prescriptions that we could, and took his mom shopping for her immediate grocery needs. Then back home to do our own grocery shopping, animal chores, and make dinner. I baked strawberry rhubarb pie, which turned out really well. Sweet corn, pita bread with hummus and tomatoes, whole wheat pasta tossed with steamed arugula and grated asiago, and small steaks from the grill (they were on sale this weekend and Gary does like them.) It was good. And time for bed, even though I should be working on writing stuff I think.
Because the (mentally, morally, and financially) bankrupt State of Illinois abruptly dropped it's support program for senior citizens that helped pay their prescription drug costs, and did so in a letter sent out just five days before the program stops at midnight tonight: we drove into Chicago to try to get refills for Gary's mom while she could still take advantage of the aid plan. Turned out she had three that could be refilled just now, but two required authorization from the doctor. That's always a nightmare. It takes days of bugging his office sometimes before they call in a refill authorization or fax it to the pharmacy.
They promised to get it done on Friday. And failed. They authorized one drug, but not the most horrendously expensive one. It's beyond understanding why a medical office supposedly dedicated to helping people who are sick or in need can't get its act together to fax a simple signed sheet of paper. I'm afraid in the end, though, I know the answer: they aren't getting paid directly for doing it. Though it's an essential part of the service they provide, and bill the government and the insurance plan for, they don't see that particular task as having any priority because it's not a billable action.
We got the two prescriptions that we could, and took his mom shopping for her immediate grocery needs. Then back home to do our own grocery shopping, animal chores, and make dinner. I baked strawberry rhubarb pie, which turned out really well. Sweet corn, pita bread with hummus and tomatoes, whole wheat pasta tossed with steamed arugula and grated asiago, and small steaks from the grill (they were on sale this weekend and Gary does like them.) It was good. And time for bed, even though I should be working on writing stuff I think.
