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GRARG! Being a jobless college boy, I get my health insurance through my dad's employer. Yesterday, I got a prescription for a new med, so I go in to get it filled at the local pharmacy. In order to process my med insurance info, they need my dad's social security number, which I don't fucking know. So I call my mother, because thats the person I thought to call because the girl behind the counter had the same name as my mom.
"Hello?"
"Hey mom, I'm trying to get that Rx filled, what's dad's social?"
"Why are you doing that today? Why can't you just do that later?"
"I thought I should start on it now..."
"Fine, it's ***-**-***. Call me back when you're done there."
So I get that crap done with. I sit around for 30min, and finally get my meds. It costs me $121.32. Plus $.99 for the bottle of nail polish remover. I have to go to the ATM to get another $20 because I'm a little short (and get shafted with a $2 ATM fee, fuckers). So I leave. I get outside, call my mom...no answer. I unchain my bike, get the meds properly stowed in my pockets, and call her again. No answer. I start pedaling, and get about a block when the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Did you get the Rx?"
"Yeah."
"How much did it cost you?"
"$120"
"What?!?"
"Yeah, I know, it sucks."
"Why did it cost so much? That's not right! I thought you gave them the insurance info?!"
"I did. I don't know why it's so expensive."
"Well what does it say on the reciept?"
"$120"
"WHat else?"
"not much..." *digs through bag, looks for more info* "this thing says 'health benefit $106' so I guess it would have been $220."
"Why did he prescribe this medication for you anyway?"
"I don't know. I guess he feels it will help me."
"Well what do you think? I mean, I looked at info on this online and it doesn't look right."
At this point I had to resist strongly from calling her a stupid cunt and pointing out that he's is a trained psychiatrist with a large established practice, and she is not. After bitching for a while longer about how expensive the meds are (eventhough I FUCKING PAID FOR THEM) and hw she doesn't like me taking these meds and why am I starting them so soon and repeat the same goddamn questions and then ask where I am and why I'm on a bike and whose bike is it and why didn't I get someone to drive me the half mile to the pharmacy and blah blah blah, I finally got off the phone. Total call time: 15 minutes. Thanks to that conversation, I was 15 minutes later getting back to campus, making me late to meet my girlfriend for lunch.
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