So we filled that prescription for pancreatic enzymes on Friday–or rather we filled part of it. It seems that the doctor wanted me to have 300 pills a month (I am supposed to take two each time I eat), and the pharmacy had only forty or so on hand. They gave me forty pills for the weekend. We didn’t have to pay anything yet.
But I got curious over the weekend. You see, I don’t have health insurance now that I’m no longer pregnant. Baby Genius has coverage, but I’m on the cross-my-fingers-and-hold-my-breath plan that so many Americans are on. It works out pretty well so long as I don’t get terribly sick or hurt, and so long as I don’t have to visit a pharmacy. Imagine my horror when BG’s specialist wrote the prescription for me.
Over the weekend I did a little research on what this prescription is going to cost me, and I nearly choked on my own tongue.
This stuff is over two dollars a pill. This prescription is going to cost me somewhere between $650 and $700 if I fill it. Now, obviously someone who can’t afford healthcare doesn’t just have this sort of money lying around, and we can’t bill it to BG’s insurance because it’s under my name.
And what’s worse is that we have had a few days of trying this, and it works. It works really well. Last night, after I found out the cost, I decided not to take it, and we were back to ugly poop again this morning.
I’m going to call BG’s pediatrician today and see if he could rewrite the prescription into BG’s name. It would be fantastic if we could get it covered. If we can’t, I’m going to be going on the full elimination diet because that’s what those of us who don’t have health insurance have to do. We have to go the DIY route. I’m so fucking sick of this.