Today was a pain in the ass. I drove to the pharmacy to pick up my clomid and ovidrel (trigger). They went through the drawers of prescriptions, pulled the one out under my name and… it was just two pieces of paper. Pieces of paper saying, in essence, that insurance denied my claim because there was no pre-authorization filed with them. WTF? I don’t blame the pharmacy at all, but I was pretty tiffed when I walked out. I need to start the meds tomorrow, but I don’t have them.

I called the doctor’s office when I got to work… left a message on the nurses’ machine. But of course, today is the one day I don’t have my cell with me… it had died overnight and so I left it at home to charge, thinking of course that I wouldn’t need it. So I called from my work, but of course I don’t want to leave my work number because it’s not my number, it’s the darn shelter’s main number. So I left my cell phone number and asked them to please leave a message.

The phone rung twice while I was working. I ran over the second time to check the call display, it was Den’s number. So I picked up. (My supervisor, who answers phones, left early today so she’s not here. We don’t have full-time staff here, no receptionist to answer phones… people just leave messages and the manager calls back when she is here.) So I answer, and it’s Den. Apparently he had answered my phone (I had called him before I called the nurses, to let him know of my situation and to vent a little.) What he tells me is that the nurse said that the clomid comes to $37 at Walmart pharmacy, or they can order it from some other place and have it overnighted to us for the same price. Den, being the sweet man he is, said he didn’t want to make a decision without consulting me. I told him it would have been fine to just pick one, I don’t care, but he knows how ticked I can get when he does things without asking. He said the nurse preferred us to do the overnighting, though he didn’t know why (or couldn’t figure out why).

So back I call to the nurses to leave a message for the nurse whom he had talked to, that the overnight shipping that she had recommended was fine, and to just leave a message on my cell.

Oh, the reason the insurance declined us… is that the doctor’s office had filed the pre-auth on wednesday, and I guess the insurance office was/is closed for the holiday and not processing it. Either that or they’re just really slow. So we’re just going to pay the $37 to get the clomid – I’m guessing that the ovidrel I’ll pick up at the pharmacy later, after the pre-auth goes through, since I don’t need it until CD 12. We may be able to get the $37 partially reimbursed through the insurance, since they would have paid for it had they actually processed my paperwork. But of course with insurance that is always a fight and I don’t know if that’s really worth it. *shrug* But now I know that clomid is only $37 a cycle (for whatever dosage I’m going to be on), which is totally affordable.

I’m just relieved that it’s getting sorted out and that I WILL have the clomid tomorrow. I was really starting to panic that this month would be a total bust and I do not want to wait another cycle! I guess I really am sure about the clomid/IUI, considering how upset I was at the thought of cancelling it this cycle (though part of that might just be because it was out of my hands and the decision was taken away from me by circumstance – I hate that). I must admit, part of the reason that I did decide to go ahead with the full clomid/IUI this first cycle of infertility treatment is because if I get pregnant I’ll be due right around my birthday. And for some reason that feels special to me. It feels important. I kinda feel like I get more and more superstitious the older I get, light knows why, I’m definitely not a religious person and I’m not a spiritual person either. But hell, sometimes things just call out to me. I’m really hoping it turns out to mean something and that this month will be our lucky one.

Blood test and clomid tomorrow. Fingers crossed for very little side-effects. If I turn into a raving lunatic it won’t be pretty. (I do enough of the raving lunatic thing without clomid.)