Up until yesterday, I might have considered myself the queen of injections. I’ve gotten cocky with it…I went from a girl who got queasy even looking at needles and who almost passed out giving blood far more times than I care to mention to someone who is nonchalant about the whole thing. I’ve certainly come a long way in a short time. I still can’t look when they draw my blood, but it doesn’t phase me one bit to roll up my sleeve and offer up a vein. I’m a pro.
But first I should tell this story, because for the first time ever my insurance did come through for me. My friend has a clotting disorder and once had to be on Lovenox. I was chatting with her about my situation and she warned that the first time she went to get the script filled, they wanted to charge her $800. She got her doctor to deem it medically necessary, and that dropped the cost down to $100. Even Dr. L mentioned that it was an “expensive” solution. So I was prepared for a ridiculous price.
I stopped by the pharmacy to pick up my Estrace refill and just for fun, I asked the pharmacist how much it would cost to fill my Lovenox script. I even joked that it would “probably be, like, a billion dollars.” But after she typed in a few things, she looked me right in the eyes and said, “$10.”
$10? TEN DOLLARS? I made her check several times to make sure she didn’t mess up. And lo and behold, it was true! Hooray for this new crappy insurance, for the first time ever the news was good! Plus, the syringes are pre-filled and spring loaded. The pharmacist made them sound like fun! Woo!
But then it wasn’t good. Because the next day, after my nightly PIO shot, Eric said, “Flip over!” and did the Lovenox shot in the belly. Well… HOLY SHIT. I am not an injection queen. I am not an expert shot taker. I am a sniveling, crying little baby. Because that. shit. hurts. It burns! It burns going in and for at least 15 minutes afterwards. It burns, it hurts, it stings, IT SUCKS. The injection site is sore a full 24 hours later. When I was lying in bed later last night, I could almost feel my blood rushing weirdly through my body. (strange side effect, or the power of suggestion? hmmmm…)
And the worst part is, it’s not even guaranteed to help. I did get the results back from the clotting disorder tests, but I don’t know how to read them and my doctor hasn’t had a chance to go over them yet. Even if I don’t have anything that came up abnormal, I’m thinking New Hope wants me to keep doing the shots anyway as a precaution. But honestly…it’s so awful. The thought of doing it for the next 3 months or (God forbid) 9 month is simply horrifying. I would, of course, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to!
Sorry, bitch ‘n’ moan fest over. I truly hope none of you have to take this horrible shot. And for all concerned parties, I went to the chiropractor on Monday and firmly explained my $0 offer. He said he was willing to negotiate, but would not do it for free. So I got one last gratis adjustment and breezed on out of there, promising to come back… eventually. It was fun while it lasted, I guess.
Sorry to dash, but I must go mentally prepare for The Cruelest Injection Ever Invented. This kid better be grateful.