Posted 1/19/2013 5:17 AM (GMT 0)
I was feeling so optimistic because my husband got this new job that had insurance. Little did I know that the insurance would be so terrible and the deductible so astronomically high. I think it is sad that the importance of someone's health and welling seems to be directly related to how much money that person has in their pocket....
So, anyway, I just did my annual checkup (the only doctor visit that my insurance will cover) yesterday with my doctor. My asthma is bad and my depression is worse. I filled out some questionnaires, they ran some tests, then I had a long chat with my doctor, and she sent me home with a list of prescriptions for me to try. Today I went to the pharmacy and when the pharmacist told me my total for my prescriptions (most of which were generic), not only did my jaw hit the floor, but my heart and soul melted, and rivers of tears formed behind my eyes. There was no way on this green earth that I could ever afford those medications. So, I only got one (my rescue inhaler for my asthma), and left the rest.
I don't know what is worse, suffering through this on my own, or being turned down and ignored every time I humble myself to ask for help. I am tired of filling out form after form and going to site after site, in the hopeless and futile search for help. My email is littered with enough referrals that I could make the search for help and assistance a full time job. People look at me and they see just another person, little do they know how sick I am, or how much I am suffering on the inside. My quality of life is less then adequate and I am soo tired. I am tired of waiting through the muck, straining to see the way before me through the gray and gloomy fog. I am tired of fighting this fight, without help, so alone...