Whatevah

It's Late.  I'm tired.  I've got endorphins on board from swimming and the hot tub.  You'd think if water were involved they'd be called Endolphins.

Dealing With Insurance Companies to obtain Prior Authorizations for Medicare Part D, the drug plans to help senior citizens better cope with the exorbitant cost of pharmeceutical companies becomes more complicated every day. In addition to supplying the company with the usual particulars: name, address, doctor name and address, policy coverage number and identification code for the illness being treated, one of the more sadistic bastards out there has decided his company needs me to supply the "J" code for the medication in question.  The "J" code appears to be a synonym for the medications NDC number.  What, one may well ask, is an NDC number? It's the number assigned to a medication (National Drug Code) that tells some unknown something somewhere exactly what medication, dosage and frequency one is hoping to have approved.  And if the poor senior citizen or disabled individual enjoying the sumptuous bounty our Social Security has to offer vis a vis Medicare picked the wrong company, then too bad, the insurance company will dictate what one can take in many cases.  It's not fair.  I don't have to like it. But I do have to make some sense of it to make it work for the people to whom I am responsible.

Tonight I watched part of The Green Mile.  I was doing ok with it all until the scene where Boss asks the miracle worker if he wants him to let him escape, to see how far he can get.  Michael Clark Duncan's character has this great monlogue, pain oozing out his pores. 

So, of course I can't remember the words.  I do remember they resonated well with me.  That can be enough for now.

Blessings abound

Currently Watching The Green Mile By Tom Hanks, David Morse see related