A Week in the Life: Managing Rheumatoid Arthritis

I have spent most of this week on the phone with various people, organizations, and hold music, all with one goal: to get my disease modifying medication for rheumatoid arthritis. Here is a week in the life…

Monday:

Me, calling Medicare part D company: Hello, I was told to call once I had prior authorization for XXX medication in order to apply for a tier reduction.

Part d: Yes, I’ll be happy to submit that for you. [asks several questions] Someone will contact you within 72 hours to let you know if it was approved. You may also want to submit an application for financial assistance with the manufacturer. [Thank God I already have one on file.]

Me: Is it possible for me to find out how much this medication costs at the current tier?

Part d: I can transfer you to our mail order pharmacy and they may be able to help you.

[hold music]

Mail order: This call may be recorded or monitored. May I please have your name, birthdate, address?

Me: [gives info, explains question]

Pharmacy: I’ll need to transfer you to our specialty pharmacy and they can help you.

[hold]

Specialty: [monitoring disclaimer; asks for identifying info]

Me: [gives info, explains question]

Pharmacy: We can’t give that info without an active prescription on file.

me: [thinks: Am I supposed to have a prescription sent to every potential pharmacy so I can price shop???] Thank you. [disconnects]

Me, calling patient assistance foundation: [ready to push lots of buttons to get to advocate]

PAF: If this is a medical emergency, hang up and dial 911.

Me: [thinks, Why would I take so much time to call you in a medical emergency, especially knowing I would have to deal with your number-punching madness???]

PAF: Para assistencia en espanol, marke el 2.

Me: Ok, don’t press 2.

PAF: If you are new to [name of PAF] or are calling to speak with a patient assistence advocate, press 3.

Me: [frantically presses 3, because I may fall asleep at any second]

PAF: Ok, just a few more questions.

Me: [inwardly screaming, NO MORE QUESTIONS, NO MORE BUTTONS!]

PAF: For [my medication] press 1…

Me: [presses 1] Please please please give me a human!!!

PAF: Your call is very important to us. All patient assistance counselors are assisting other patients. [start piano music which is nice and soft but guaranteed to keep me awake] Did you know that you can access program information and forms at our web site?

Me: If I wanted that info I would have gone to your web site instead of calling and sitting on hold for a thousand years!

PAF: [more piano music] Thank you for continuing to hold. your call is very important to us…

Me: I can see it is.

PAF: Your current wait time is 735 minutes. If you would like us to call you back…

Me: [hangs up] By the time they call back I would forget my question!

Tuesday morning:

[Phone rings, I answer]

Part D: We are calling to let you know that your tier reduction application was denied.

Me: Ok, thank you. [suppising it is useless to ask why]

Me: [calls doctor’s office to request a prescription be sent to the specialty pharmacy.

Doctor’s nurse: I sent it on this date and this date.

Me: Can you give me the number to the pharmacy?

Nurse: I can transfer you there.

[hold]

Pharmacy: [monitoring disclaimer, asks for my info]

Me: [gives info, asks about prescription]

Pharmacy: We don’t have that. We only have YYY prescription [from another doctor].

Me: Thank you. [Loses it while hanging up.

Wednesday morning, after sleepless night due to pain]

Me [calling PAF]: It’s 8:00. Maybe the wait time won’t be so bad. [repeats all the motions from Monday]

PAF [after I press all the numbers]: Your wait time is 1 minute.

Me: [celebrates]

PAF [20 minutes later]: Thank you for continuing to hold… [The same song is playing and has not restarted. Big finish seems imminent. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes … wait … wait … Oh yes! There it really is, and here the song starts over! That is one really long minute! Hangs up. Calls doctor back, leaves message]

After 5:00, phone rings, I answer.

Nurse, sounding exhausted: I sent the prescription again. I don’t know why they aren’t getting it.

Me: Thank you so much. [takes pharmacy number] I also keep trying to call PAF and they are giving me very long wait times.

Nurse: [promises to try calling them herself]

Thursday:

Me: [Calls pharmacy, answers identifying questions, asks about prescription]

Pharmacy: Yes, we have that prescription. It is very expensive.

Me: How expensive?

Pharmacy: Thousands of dollars. Do you have insurance?

Me: [I have Medicare part D. It’s tier 5.

Pharmacy: I’ll transfer you to our Medicare counselor and they can help you.

[hold]

Counselor: I can take your Medicare number and help you.

Me: [gives number]
Medicare: Ok, that is processing and someone will call you.

Me: I’m trying to find out how much this medication costs.

Medicare: We will not fill your medication without letting you know how much it costs.

All of this has been written during one hour while I have, again, been sitting on the phone with PAF, listening to the never-ending piano piece punctuated by messages about my important call and where I can access program information forms.

Remember: don’t call the PAF in an emergency. You’ll still be on hold ten years after you died!


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