I cannot believe I have not written a single thought, observation or review in 3 weeks. OUCH!
Getting and maintaining the little details of life can be more challenging when you full time vs. staying in one place.
We came back home to Colorado Springs area in early May. There are so many “life tasks” when we come back. We have caught up on doctor and dentist appointments. We have made arrangements for prescriptions. We needed some work done on the jeep, including a new windshield. This week we have most of our tasks complete.
At 67, George takes NO prescriptions—it is crazy! At 53, because of my fibromyalgia, migraine headaches and high blood pressure, I have multiple prescriptions. In the past two years we managed these through Wal-Mart pharmacy. I called ahead and ordered prescriptions at the closest Wal-Mart and they took care of transferring the prescription. When we pulled into town, they were generally waiting for me to pick them up.
I have struggled with migraines for several years—historically having 7 to 8 migraines a week. The neurologist has finally successfully gotten me on a preventative medicine I take daily and now I am down to 1 or so a week. Additionally, I take a powder pain med that stops the migraine generally within 15 minutes. We are thrilled with this.
I take tramadol for fibromyalgia pain. I am not sure I could function in life without these particular drugs. The first year we had no issues. The next year, Tramadol was moved to a “Controlled Substance” drug. It can only be transferred one time—making the Wal-Mart pharmacies impossible. I checked into having someone pick them up for me in Colorado Springs and mail them to us around the country. After researching and reading other peoples’ experiences; I am not convinced it is a good idea to get these mailed to us (it may be illegal to have a private party mail any kind of prescription—particularly a controlled substance).
So finally after spending hours on the phone with our insurance, Kaiser; I am set up for Mail Order pharmacy. They have assured me that it should be easy to get all of prescriptions and all of my A-Pap supplies mailed to wherever we are. We will wait and see—but I am optimistic.
It is all just the little hiccups that come with a fulltime life. None of these are canyons to cross, they are just the potholes of life.
