So, 61% of you officially hate me and feel that I would be better off driving around a social life killer otherwise known as a minivan. Thanks a lot.

Not to worry, you're not alone. Apparently my insurance company hates me too. They have officially denied my Zofran refill stating they will only refill every 21 days. As the Rx is written for 14 days that leaves me seven days of toilet hugging. Today being day one and a half.

Luckily my OB's nurse Pam loves me lots and lots and has threatened those insensitive morons to hospitalize me for fluid IVs if they do not refill the prescription ASAP. The insurance company proceeded to ask Pam when my nausea would be over because, you know, they need a date...

As I puked out the window of my car in the drive through pharmacy of Walgreens this afternoon (because said insurance company compromised and said they would cover two pills a day for 30 days) I too wondered when this nonsense will end...I'm starting to seriously reconsider the grand plan of four children. Perhaps this will (and should be) our last. I'm not sure I can handle this again...but I suppose next time I'll be vomiting out a minivan window, I guess that should make it a little better.

Posted by Brooke* at Thursday, June 18, 2009 |