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Waiting for Grace: Sometimes your ovaries need a hand

One of the issues I have with my baby maker is my ovulator is occasionally on the fritz. Several times I’ve had to do a subcutaneous injection to remind my ovaries that they have a job to do. Recently they’ve needed a little help so we had to suck it up and pay the $110 for my medication (because insurance doesn’t cover fertility meds…DON’T even get me started!). I usually go through a specific Kroger pharmacy because they deal closely with our fertility doctor’s office and everyone there is always so nice and helpful. Hint: If you’re nice and helpful, you get brownie points from me and I’ll probably bake you something sweet just for being awesome. Or give you a hug. Maybe a smooch if you’ve saved me money. And save me money they did. Note-to-self: Give pharmacist a smooch at next meeting.

I went to fill my prescription for my ovulation injection and they informed me that I could probably get it cheaper through CVS because they have some sort of contract with our insurance provider. Sweet. I called CVS and jumped through a few hoops and although I was hoping for a major discount, maybe just a copay, insurance still didn’t cover the injection but CVS only charged $100 instead of $110. At this point, saving ten dollars feels like a million. However, this medication was considered a specialty med that had to be ordered and shipped overnight.

I got home from work the day my package was supposed to arrive and the first thing I did was check the front door for my package. I was excited because I’ve never had anything refrigerated shipped to me before and I was curious how they made it work. It’s the small things in life that bring out the nerdy side of me. When I opened our front door there was nothing to be found except a dozen lawn maintenance business cards. There was no door tag and certainly no package.

I began my investigation. I called CVS inquiring about the status. When I had placed my ordered I told them that no signature was required because I didn’t want to bother with being home to sign for a package. And I’m not too worried about packages left because you normally can’t see them from the street. However, the driver that delivered our package followed his intuition and not my instructions and noted that he did not feel comfortable leaving the package at the doorstep. I was a little peeved but respected his judgment. Brownie points for the Fedex driver. Since there was no door tag CVS gave me the tracking number and I called Fedex to locate my package so I could go pick it up. It was only five minutes from our house so I hopped in the car immediately to retrieve my medication.

When I got to Fedex I gave the lady behind the counter, Sheryl, my tracking number and she disappeared to the back room and came back with a sizeable box for one small syringe. She placed the package on the counter and says, “This package looks familiar because some guy tried to come pick it up. But it didn’t have his name on it so we couldn’t give it to him.” My first instinct came from paranoid Hannah who immediately made the assumption that she had a stalker. Crazy, right? But then Sheryl asked if they had my correct address on the box. Even though I gave CVS my shipping address three times, the address they used was from our first apartment that we lived in three years ago. Then realistic Hannah realized that the stalker man was simply the tenant in our old apartment who was picking up a package at Fedex just like my door tag on his door instructed him to. I made a quick decision to elucidate some personal information with Sheryl in hopes to a get a laugh. “Unless he needs help ovulating he needs to back up off of my package because that’s my ovulation medication.” My transparency paid off; Sheryl emitted a loud cackle and retorted, “Who knows, some guys might use that stuff. He wanted to take yours.”

“Well, then he can pay his $100 and ovulate to his heart’s content. Ovulation costs money around these parts! It’s ain’t free!”

Sheryl and I laughed together and maybe even became bffs at that moment. Maybe not. But I like to think I’ve got an insider looking out for me now and my expensive medication packages. After all, when I left she said, “Have a nice night, sweetie.” I don’t call people “sweetie” unless we’re tight. Sheryl and I are tight.

My medication made it safely home and is now ready and waiting in the fridge to make my ovaries get crackin’. It’s crazy the lengths we have to go through to get a kid in this world. Every time I get angry about having to pay for medication 1.) because insurance doesn’t cover fertility meds and 2.) because Skanky McSkanks-a-lot down the street can have 15 babies and not pay a cent to get pregnant….Every time I get angry about that I try to focus on being thankful that, even though paying $100 for medication is really stretching it for us, we are always able to make it work because God always provides for us somehow. It’s a real test of faith waiting on provision. We’re going through all of this for a reason and even though it’s painful in every way imaginable, God is providing little by little what we need to get through it, including ways to pay for a tiny shot.

So when I give myself that shot, I will be thankful – Thankful He provided it for us and thankful for our little ones in advance.

  • Elizabeth - You are adorable. I love you and baby will be adorable too:) ReplyCancel

  • Christine - Hilarious post…I appreciate and admire your perspective of humor through your trial. ReplyCancel

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