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Post-bronchitis, my asthma usually flares up, and indeed it has done so. So I checked with the pharmacy and asked them to call the doctor to authorize a refill (since I hadn't used the stuff in well over a year). Turns out, I hadn't ordered any for myself since before we moved out here; I've been filching hits off Spouse's inhaler, or Sarcasm Girl's. So they called the new doctor, got the clearance, then call me because my health insurance has expired.
Um.
The health insurance is through Spouse's work. It is not supposed to expire unless he stops working there or we stop making payments, neither of which things have happened. Um. And of course, the moment that I learn of this is the moment when I have to go pick up YG from Boys and Girls' Club; if she's not retrieved on time they levy fines, which is undesirable. So I fume about this as I drive over and fetch the child. I fume as I drive home. I call the insurance company, where we have not only have not expired, but are in exemplary standing. They have no record of a prescription claim being sent through today. I call the pharmacy. It appears that invoking my old pharmacy records from three years ago reset something so that the computers thought my insurance was the one we had in NY, which has yes-indeedy expired.
Everything is resolved. I will get my albuterol. My heart rate has gone back to its normal sluggish self. But honest to God, I have enough fun in my life; no need to supply more, truly.
Um.
The health insurance is through Spouse's work. It is not supposed to expire unless he stops working there or we stop making payments, neither of which things have happened. Um. And of course, the moment that I learn of this is the moment when I have to go pick up YG from Boys and Girls' Club; if she's not retrieved on time they levy fines, which is undesirable. So I fume about this as I drive over and fetch the child. I fume as I drive home. I call the insurance company, where we have not only have not expired, but are in exemplary standing. They have no record of a prescription claim being sent through today. I call the pharmacy. It appears that invoking my old pharmacy records from three years ago reset something so that the computers thought my insurance was the one we had in NY, which has yes-indeedy expired.
Everything is resolved. I will get my albuterol. My heart rate has gone back to its normal sluggish self. But honest to God, I have enough fun in my life; no need to supply more, truly.