When I moved out of my apartment, my plan was to move again sometime in August. I didn't expect to be at my mom's for more than a few months. So I sent some of my things to my dad's while the things I knew that I'd need over the next two or three months went to my mom's.

This meant that almost all of my furniture went to my dad's house. Along with most of my boxes including my kitchen supplies, a lot of books, and all my decorations. I sent my toiletries, my most important books, my clothes, and a few other items to my mom's house. Half of them I didn't even unpack.

It turned out that some of my boxes wouldn't fit in my car so they were sent to my dad's in hopes to retrieve them later. Unfortunately, later never came.

Last week, I opened my last bottle of Lantus. I'd already gotten to my last bottle of Humalog as well. And my test strips were quickly running out. But all my prescriptions were at my dad's in a box buried under a lot of other boxes.

I use a mail order pharmacy so I went online and asked them to renew my prescriptions from my doctor...something that I'd never done before. I wasn't sure if my doctor would kick the prescriptions back or not since my appointment was in July. I assumed that was recent enough that she would refill my prescriptions without question.

I received a call from the pharmacy this morning saying that my doctor had yet to respond to the refill request. I proceeded to call the doctor who said that the pharmacy never sent them anything. The nurse also asked all sorts of questions regarding my prescriptions including questioning me about how many units of Humalog that I was using. Can I just say that I don't appreciate being hassled about my use of Humalog? I'm the one injecting it every day and perhaps your chart is incorrect or out dated.

After a few more minutes on the phone, she gave me a fax number that I then gave to the pharmacy. The pharmacy told me to give the doctor's office at least 48 hours to receive and process it (which would mean that they should process it by Monday considering they don't work weekends). Then, of course, there is processing at the pharmacy. Then the time to ship it to me.

I know that I should have been a little more on top of my prescriptions even if I did just move to two separate places while planning an entirely different move. But at the same time, I sometimes wonder if the doctors and pharmacies realize how quickly and desperately we need these medications.

I'm not close to being out of anything. Except in the rare chance that I drop or break a bottle somehow or that the bottle goes bad (and with the Texas heat, it's quite possible). It will probably be two weeks before I receive the prescriptions though. And until then, I will be on edge. Until then, I will be wondering if I need an emergency prescription (easily obtained but still an annoyance).

It really is such a hassle to receive prescriptions with this disease. Trying to remember to stay up to date at the pharmacy, receiving enough to last three months, fighting with insurance over copayments. Honestly, I wish that I could pay someone to manage this disease just in regard to setting appointments, renewing prescriptions, and fighting with insurance.

Maybe that's the new job that I need.