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Big Insurance and Big Pharmacy fought over my HRT …
… and I lost
The heat of battle
Hospital Operator: How can I direct your call?
Me: Hi! I’m calling to see if I can get a prescription filled ahead of time. There was some sort of mistake at the pharmacy. I think I need to speak to a nurse?
Operator: Ok, I would be happy to help with that. Who is your doctor?
As I answer her question and wait for the transfer rings to stop, I breathe quietly from my momentary perch on the edge of someone else’s chair. The chair is at my desk, but it is not mine. Mine has gone missing.
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My mind is otherwise peaceful, and the problem is under control. Except that I’m sitting on the edge the chair because this chair is configured to lean way back. My chairs never lean back! I’m an old lady. I have an old back. I’m precariously perched on this sordid chair so as to save my lumbar from heating pads and my gut from bottles of ibuprofen.
Breathe. It’s ok, I think, I’ll find mine later. I had put my name on a sticker on the back of my…
