With that whole "getting married" thing comes the "changing health insurance" thing. For a normal person, probably not a big deal. For a Type 1 Diabetic, painful, and, at times, completely ridiculous.
"Awesome, my supplies showed up today!" [always a good sign]
"That's weird, there are only 5 boxes of test strips in here, the prescription was written for 6." [maybe the pill counter can't accommodate large test strip boxes?]
"Nope, it says, 'quantity: 5 on this invoice." [crap, time to call up the pharmacy]
Thankfully, through Vanderbilt's online patient system I can quickly access any prescriptions they send out to verify that indeed they had requested 600 test strips for the 90 day supply! This is honestly truly amazing to me!
"Yes, ma'am, since they wrote the prescription for 6 times a day and we can't break up test strip boxes, they have sent you an 83-day supply."
"Ha" [my gut response to the complete ridiculousness of insurance companies]
"So now you will have to re-order these specific supplies every 83 days instead of every 90. Do you understand, ma'am?"
"But you are still charging me for a 90-day supply every 83-days?"
New strategy: have the Dr. write the script for "the patient tests 6.67 times a day". [stop being a smartass, April]
Sometimes I just don't understand why taking care of yourself has to be so difficult.