I noticed on my little retirement countdown counter that if I bought a dalmatian every week, starting today, then when I retired I'd have way too many dogs. I can retire in 101 weeks from today. But in the meantime, I'm spending my free time working the phone.
Last night I called Caremark, our pharmacy benefit manager. I talked to a young man named Tom, who I would guess spends his free time studying for the GED. They've had a prescription for Karen for two weeks, but say that the doctor has to call Blue Cross before they can fill it. Notwithstanding the fact that the doctor called them on Friday. If I have any other questions, I need to talk to Blue Cross.
So today at lunch I called Blue Cross. Their first response was to tell me that I needed to talk to Caremark. A little research, however, revealed that there is a shadowy group known as the Prior Approval Cabal. They have already denied the prescription because it's similar to another one that was filled recently. Apparently the judgment of people who graduated from high school (maybe) can be substituted for actual doctors. So we're currently stuck in some pharmacological limbo, awaiting the Reformation of the health care system. Hopefully in the next few weeks before Karen runs out of her medicine.