Day Three

Another mostly uneventful day.

My dear husband has been trying to get the Shingles Vaccine, as prescribed by his doctor. We (I) made the requisite calls to Medicare then to Anthem Blue Cross and then to MedCo (drug provider for CalPERS) to find out where he should be getting this vaccine/where they will pay for all or most of it. We were directed to the Walgreen Pharmacy in our neighborhood, told that they don't actually have the serum yet, redirected to the Bel Air Pharmacy, and he was told that none of the paperwork he was given by the doctor suffices and that he needs a regular prescription. He called the doctor and asked that a prescription be mailed to him. Nothing. He called the doctor's office again and asked for a phone call. Nothing. Repeat call and repeat nothing. He finally went there and made an in-person fuss (as only a seventy-something man with nothing better to do can make one). Turns out that Dr. B's assistant FAXED the prescription to the pharmacy February 9 but they didn't know how to get hold of Alex so nobody told him. He was out when the doc's office called today and I explained to them that Alex really does not relate to electronic methods. They need to call or mail him the information.

Sacramento is a company town. Lots of us have CalPERS insurance and any doctor's office should have the information relating to us at their fingertips -- or at least in their files. Much as I love my computer, not everyone communicates this way. If you want to reach the geezer set you have to use Ma Bell or USPS. Now I do sound like a grumpy little old lady, don't I?