Welcome back. No, that’s not a kindly expression of
hospitality. In this case it’s a
sarcastic plea for relief. Once again
the rheumatoid arthritis reared its ugly head last night. It has been almost totally under control for
quite a while now. The combination of
the new shot I started taking once a month, with the Celebrex we got approved –
finally – through the insurance company, mixed in with a prayer for healing
here and there, resulted in a few months of feeling really good. I even started back walking and moved into
jogging a bit. But then the insurance
company got wind of it. Not wanting to
be denied an ongoing customer because he thinks he doesn’t need them anymore,
they decided that I had reached the end of the line as far as Celebrex is
concerned. In fact the way their
explanation was worded to the pharmacy, it sounds like my copay for all
prescription medication is about to go up from either $25 or $40 to over
$500. That’s the copay, not the whole
price for the medicine. Sounds to me
like I’ll be welcoming back pain like an old buddy from high school. I did get an application to see if I qualify
for a program to get free Celebrex from the drug company that makes it. If that goes through by some freak chance, it’ll
still be three to six months before the benefit kicks in. I still had some of the last drug I was on
before Celebrex, so that’s what I took last night to finally help me get some
sleep. I was doing my best not to jump
straight to the heavy stuff – the straight pain medication. Almost.
Maybe I should just go fishing today and try to forget about it for a
while.
OK.
Enough whining. Today is deadline
day. It is the final opportunity anybody
has to step up and save the house next door from destruction. Past owners, next of kin, lien holders, all
have been contacted and given every chance to make a move. According to the city’s timetable they will
now step in and tear the thing down. Of
course that will probably take longer than getting cleared for the Celebrex
program to actually happen. But,
hey. Hope springs eternal, doesn’t
it? Gotta stay positive. Gotta hope for the best. Gotta be encouraging. Gotta make a phone call later today to jump
start the process.
Psalms 31:3 says, “Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead
and guide me.”
Father, I’m all yours. Do whatever you can with pile of aching bones. Amen.
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