We’ve been going to the same vet since I got her and I have been super happy with them up until a few years ago when the owner retired (there were originally 3 vets, the owner and 2 others) and sold the practice to Veterinary Clinic of America, a national chain. Their prices shot WAY up and the other 2 vets left. Since Porschea is a healthy dog, I continued going there because I was too lazy to find another vet. At her annual check-up last Dec they wanted to run a blood panel because “she’s a senior dog now,” but most likely was an annoying upsell. I figured what the hell and let them do it. They called me a few weeks later to let me know her liver enzymes were a bit high and they would like her re-tested in 6 months. Liver enzymes fluctuate wildly, so the high number in itself didn’t mean much. In July I had her retested and the number was MUCH higher. Their recommendation was to have another $1000 in tests run and put her on a supplement that cost $100/mo. They wanted to check for liver cancer, adrenyl disease, diabetes, and maybe some other stuff I can’t remember. Oh, and high liver enzymes could also just be a sign of stress but we needed to rule the other things out. A quick check to Dr. Google told me the supplement wasn’t a joke, and could even help with stress. I picked it up at 1-800-PetMeds for only $78/mo and started giving them to her. While she hadn’t been really lethargic or anything, she was a bit down. If you’ve read my other diaries/G+ entires/tweets you’ll know this was a HORRIBLE summer and we’ve all been stressed to the max. Anyway, 3 days after going on the supplement she was back to her 100% crazy self.
2 weeks ago she started demanding to go pee multiple times in the middle of the night, and each time it was like she was trying to single-handedly rehydrate the yard, one pee at a time. Then I noticed she was sucking down water like there was no tomorrow. Hrm. And she was becoming VERY lethargic. Diabetes came to mind, but I kind of didn’t want to acknowledge it. The next day DK and I dropped The Dude off at school, and Porschea barely lifted her head to look at us when we got home. She then stayed in the exact same place for the next 6 hours. NOT normal at all. I went to the Pet Boutique and asked the woman there for a recommendation for a good vet in the area, because I flat-out don’t trust our old vet office any more. I called as soon as we got home and made an appointment for the next day.
They ran a full battery of tests (which only cost $200, I would like to add) and found her to be severely dehydrated with a blood sugar of 436 (normal is 70-145) and a UTI! They kept her overnight on an IV and ran some other tests. We picked her up the next day and she was MUCH improved! She’s on a prescription diet now (expensive, but they gave us a TON of coupons) and has to have insulin injections twice a day.
About that insulin....at a regular pharmacy it costs $200+ for a vial!!!!!1111one!!!! If you call a club pharmacy (Costco, join the Rx club at my local grocery store, etc) you can get it for $60-70. However, you can get a special generic only sold at Walmart for $24.88. I absolutely hate RuinAmericaMart, and this makes me hate them even more. So if you’re a person without insurance and need this stuff, if you don’t have access to an IdiotMart, you’re boned. And remember, kids, the USA’s health care system is perfect just the way it is!!
For the record, I am breaking my principles and shopping at RuinAmericaMart. On the one hand, I am disgusted at myself, but on the other hand I like to save fucktons of money.
Being the good little boy scout that he is, clock called in his Coumadin prescription to the pharmacy, knowing they would have to call the doc because she refuses to approve more than a 30 day supply. He went to go pick it up and learned the refill had been denied because “it was too early to refill.” Um, what? He’s out of pills, how could it be “too early?” This was on a Friday, so first thing Monday he called the doc. No response. He called again Tuesday. No response. He called again Wednesday. Again, no response. At this point he had been off the meds for almost a week, which is Not A Good Thing. Thursday I went to the doc’s office (we have the same GP) and demanded to speak to somebody about this. The receptionist tried her best to get me to just leave the info, but I refused. When the nurse came out 10 minutes later, we had a very nice chat. Or not. Basically, they refused the refill because he needed to make an appointment. Why couldn’t they have returned his call days ago and told him? No response to that query. Also, they had decided to change the rules for refills: he had always made an appointment every 6 months and gotten his blood done every 6 weeks. Oh, no, that’s not their policy! It’s appointment every 3 months! Um, OK, again why didn’t anybody call him back? *crickets* We also argued about pharmacy law in Texas and a few other choice items. I eventually got them to send a refill in by making an appointment for clock on the spot for this Friday.
During my argument with the nurse we learned that the Walgreen’s down the street has been filling his prescription for the wrong amount. The doc calls in 32 pills (a month’s supply) but they only give him 30 (because the doc also called in the wrong dosage information) with no refills remaining. We’ve had so many problems with this pharmacy over the last year, they’re now fired. We’re going to the pharmacy at my regular grocery store which is farther away but the people are actually helpful, and they give him a 2 pill “refill” when the doctor calls in the wrong directions so we lose no pills.
What was once a tiny whitehead pimple thing on my lower eyelid burst into a giant cyst/sty thing during my pregnancy with DK. It never went away, so I got a recommendation from my GP (the one from above) and went to an opthamologist. The thing was too big for them to take care of on the spot, so they wanted me to book some time in the operating room to get it removed (they’re going to remove it from the INSIDE of my lid! THAT IS FUCKING GROSS AS HELL!). The receptionist at the front desk got me all set up, and I did the dance moves to get the kids taken care of while I had this done. I show up for the appointment this past Monday morning and.....uh, why am I in the clinic, because my chart clearly says I need to be in the o/r. Oh, it seems the receptionist read it wrong and booked me incorrectly. See, Wednesday is the only surgery day so I have to make an appointment for then. This Wednesday all surgeries are downtown because the elevator isn’t working in the building. *sigh* They hook me up with a surgical coordinator and we make the appointment. Oh, and since it’s technically “surgery” in a legally-insurance-defined “operating room” I need to get a surgical clearance signed by my regular doctor. OK, fine, my mother has the kids so I’ll run by my doc and get her to sign the paper. Well, it seems my appointment in August wasn’t enough of a physical for her to sign off on the clearance, so I need to book an appointment for a proper physical. Oh, and there will be a $20 fee for her signing the clearance. At this point, I was pissed as hell. $20 fee for signing off on the paperwork needed by the doctor she sent me to? Fuck that!
On the way out of the building, I stopped in to another physician practice a nurse friend of my mother’s said we should switch to and picked up a card. I asked the super-helpful receptionist what the wait-time was for a new patient appointment (1 month out, etc), and she said they could see me as early as the next day. clock made an appointment for this afternoon and was pleased with the outcome. He cancelled his Friday appointment with our now old GP. I’ll be making an appointment with the new doc as soon as I find the energy to coordinate everything I need done for me to be away from my kids for more than 2 seconds.
I AM SO SICK OF DEALING WITH BAD MEDICAL STAFF.
We are going camping on Friday. We’ll be meeting a college buddy of mine and her family. We will have a good time! Hooray!
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