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Henry Ford said:
St. Louis Bob said:
Henry Ford said:
And if you'll share the name of the drug (you may have and I just missed it) I'll be happy to find every case I can find a reference to where an insurance company was forced to pay for it. There may be none, or a bunch. You never know.
Thank you so much, Intuniv.
Facebook got Humana to cover it, but I can't find any cases.

Guanfacine ER is, in fact, supposed to come out in generic on December 1, 2014, thanks to a settlement between Actavis and Shire (Shire makes Intuniv, Actavis will make the generic.) Otherwise we'd be looking at September, 2015.

I'd recommend you have a prescription in hand on that date to bring in and get the ball rolling. There's no way you'd get a lawsuit completed before then - they can wait you out. But if you keep calling and moving up the chain, and let them know you want to switch to generic when it comes out, someone high up the food chain could give you 2-3 month approval pending generic.
Just because it goes generic on that date doesn't mean that insurance will cover it immediately. It can take a few months.

 
Henry Ford said:
St. Louis Bob said:
Henry Ford said:
And if you'll share the name of the drug (you may have and I just missed it) I'll be happy to find every case I can find a reference to where an insurance company was forced to pay for it. There may be none, or a bunch. You never know.
Thank you so much, Intuniv.
Facebook got Humana to cover it, but I can't find any cases. Guanfacine ER is, in fact, supposed to come out in generic on December 1, 2014, thanks to a settlement between Actavis and Shire (Shire makes Intuniv, Actavis will make the generic.) Otherwise we'd be looking at September, 2015.

I'd recommend you have a prescription in hand on that date to bring in and get the ball rolling. There's no way you'd get a lawsuit completed before then - they can wait you out. But if you keep calling and moving up the chain, and let them know you want to switch to generic when it comes out, someone high up the food chain could give you 2-3 month approval pending generic.
Just because it goes generic on that date doesn't mean that insurance will cover it immediately. It can take a few months.
Either way it will cost half price or less.
 
Henry Ford said:
St. Louis Bob said:
Henry Ford said:
And if you'll share the name of the drug (you may have and I just missed it) I'll be happy to find every case I can find a reference to where an insurance company was forced to pay for it. There may be none, or a bunch. You never know.
Thank you so much, Intuniv.
Facebook got Humana to cover it, but I can't find any cases. Guanfacine ER is, in fact, supposed to come out in generic on December 1, 2014, thanks to a settlement between Actavis and Shire (Shire makes Intuniv, Actavis will make the generic.) Otherwise we'd be looking at September, 2015.

I'd recommend you have a prescription in hand on that date to bring in and get the ball rolling. There's no way you'd get a lawsuit completed before then - they can wait you out. But if you keep calling and moving up the chain, and let them know you want to switch to generic when it comes out, someone high up the food chain could give you 2-3 month approval pending generic.
Just because it goes generic on that date doesn't mean that insurance will cover it immediately. It can take a few months.
Either way it will cost half price or less.
Not necessarily immediately.

 
thank you to the kristas for cancelling, leaving my seattlehole record intact. also for the belief that the woman I'm currently seeing will still be around next week.
My work is madness right now (I just took a break to read the GMTAN and then am going back at it), which is highly unusual and will undoubtedly be over by next week. :) I wanted props for not calling her "Dr. Nympho" in my text. I'm eager to meet her, but not for sex.

 
I realize there's a huge range, but how much would a complete rehab of a small kitchen generally cost? Think high-end finishes and appliances but not much square footage to deal with. Floppy?

 
thank you to the kristas for cancelling, leaving my seattlehole record intact. also for the belief that the woman I'm currently seeing will still be around next week.
My work is madness right now (I just took a break to read the GMTAN and then am going back at it), which is highly unusual and will undoubtedly be over by next week. :) I wanted props for not calling her "Dr. Nympho" in my text. I'm eager to meet her, but not for sex.
no props. she knows she's dr. nympho (I have no boundaries). you may meet the contingency if she's not available, though.

 
There's no sports on tonight. The ESPN top 10 included women's college soccer and college water polo highlights. <_<

 
thank you to the kristas for cancelling, leaving my seattlehole record intact. also for the belief that the woman I'm currently seeing will still be around next week.
My work is madness right now (I just took a break to read the GMTAN and then am going back at it), which is highly unusual and will undoubtedly be over by next week. :) I wanted props for not calling her "Dr. Nympho" in my text. I'm eager to meet her, but not for sex.
no props. she knows she's dr. nympho (I have no boundaries). you may meet the contingency if she's not available, though.
She knows WE know she's Dr Nympho?

 
thank you to the kristas for cancelling, leaving my seattlehole record intact. also for the belief that the woman I'm currently seeing will still be around next week.
My work is madness right now (I just took a break to read the GMTAN and then am going back at it), which is highly unusual and will undoubtedly be over by next week. :) I wanted props for not calling her "Dr. Nympho" in my text. I'm eager to meet her, but not for sex.
no props. she knows she's dr. nympho (I have no boundaries). you may meet the contingency if she's not available, though.
She knows WE know she's Dr Nympho?
Yes. Yes she does.

 
I realize there's a huge range, but how much would a complete rehab of a small kitchen generally cost? Think high-end finishes and appliances but not much square footage to deal with. Floppy?
complete rehab = new everything including cabinets and finished flooring?

high-end... that's a BIG range right there, depending on how "high end" we're talking.

shoot me a pm.

 
So I came this close to getting into a fist fight with a middle-aged hassidic dude this morning.
Olive bar?
I wish I understood this.

Short version- yid sees me on the bike, and walks (the wrong way too, mind you) in the middle of the bike lane in a very tight area (about 2-3') wide on a very busy street (6th ave around 30th st). This forces me to either ride into traffic- which wasn't an option in this exact moment- or ride very close to him... since he's walking the wrong way down the middle- not side- of the bike lane. I brace for contact, but narrowly avoid him. He reaches out and slaps my shoulder as a ride by.

If I hadn't braced myself for contact, I could have been pushed into very fast, busy car traffic. floppo angry. I turn around when there's some more room and chase him down (the first time I've ever gone the wrong way on a street), skidding in front of him to deny him crossing the street.

I'm thinking all of the cool tough-guy things I"m going to say to him.. hop off the bike and start shrieking somewhere near the pitch of a balloon letting air out while flapping my hands around, right in his face. At first he claims I hit him and starts a line of bs, which sends me into even more hysterical hand flapping and higher pitches of vocals than I ever imagined ... this was the point at which I started balling the fists thinking "it's ON". (also- key point- middle-aged, frumpy, out of shape, hassidic dude, mind you... I might be able to take him). as I get closer and closer to his face, he realizes something might be on and goes into osterich mode- turning his head and body away from me and shutting his mouth, weirdly catatonic, but still standing. At this point I'm seriously thinking (in between girlish shrieks) of knocking his giant hat off.

for the sake of this tl/dr story, yes... that's what I did. I knocked his giant hat off, to the roar of the bystanders who had circled us. and didn't just ride away with heart pounding in my nostrils and sweat pouring down my face, squeaking noises still slipping past my lips.

tl.dr- I shrieked like a girlish toddler at a hassidic guy on the sidewalk.

 
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So I came this close to getting into a fist fight with a middle-aged hassidic dude this morning.
Olive bar?
I wish I understood this.

Short version- yid sees me on the bike, and walks (the wrong way too, mind you) in the middle of the bike lane in a very tight area (about 2-3') wide on a very busy street (6th ave around 30th st). This forces me to either ride into traffic- which wasn't an option in this exact moment- or ride very close to him... since he's walking the wrong way down the middle- not side- of the bike lane. I brace for contact, but narrowly avoid him. He reaches out and slaps my shoulder as a ride by.

If I hadn't braced myself for contact, I could have been pushed into very fast, busy car traffic. floppo angry. I turn around when there's some more room and chase him down (the first time I've ever gone the wrong way on a street), skidding in front of him to deny him crossing the street.

I'm thinking all of the cool tough-guy things I"m going to say to him.. hop off the bike and start shrieking somewhere near the pitch of a balloon letting air out while flapping my hands around, right in his face. At first he claims I hit him and starts a line of bs, which sends me into even more hysterical hand flapping and higher pitches of vocals than I ever imagined ... this was the point at which I started balling the fists thinking "it's ON". (also- key point- middle-aged, frumpy, out of shape, hassidic dude, mind you... I might be able to take him). as I get closer and closer to his face, he realizes something might be on and goes into osterich mode- turning his head and body away from me and shutting his mouth, weirdly catatonic, but still standing. At this point I'm seriously thinking (in between girlish shrieks) of knocking his giant hat off.

for the sake of this tl/dr story, yes... that's what I did. I knocked his giant hat off, to the roar of the bystanders who had circled us. and didn't just ride away with heart pounding in my nostrils and sweat pouring down my face, squeaking noises still slipping past my lips.

tl.dr- I shrieked like a girlish toddler at a hassidic guy on the sidewalk.
:lmao:

 
Summary of the "my kid got served" thread?
2 12-year olds get into some petty argument, pissing match at school; one challenges the other to fight the next day; dutch gets all exercised about it trying to counsel his son both to be tough and face up to the other kid (the challenger), including by giving him fighting tips, but also to try to deescalate the situation; kid and other kid both end up apologizing to each other and no fight happens.

It's all very Brady Bunch.

 
I just took a shower (bite me, I work at home) and didn't realize there was no soap, so I had to use Mr. krista's body wash. Feeling a bit like I should pinch a waitress or belch or something now.

Yes, we've had the "do people still use soap instead of body wash" conversation here, and the answer is that you can have my Ivory® soap when you pry it out of my cold, dead, but surprisingly soft hands.
Let's get some pics in here.

Of your soap fusion efforts.
I think YSR did this years ago. Not gonna mess with the original.
I actually have some fusion going on as we speak. I've mentioned it before, but I think of shuke every time this comes around. :oldunsure:

I think I've figured out the secret to it, but I'll have to wait until tomorrow's shower to be sure.
Nailed it.

 
St. Louis Bob said:
I called again today because UHC decided they didn't want to talk to the nurse at the doctor's office anymore. Despite giving them, as they requested, literally, his entire medical file since birth and a letter from his doctor, they have decided to stick to their decision of denying coverage and pocketing the money. There isn't any other explanation for their decision. The cowards in the appeals department won't talk to me since "they don't have a phone number". :rolleyes:

Sorry to bring this here but I thought one of you smart people might have a suggestion. Both of the nurses I've been working with are gone this afternoon so things are up in the air until tomorrow. I'm mad right now. Really mad.

TIA
Sorry to hear, dude. We've been having trouble with UHC recently, too. They have decided not to cover some stuff for my wife that they had previously.
My work is switching to UHC next year... can't wait :wall:
 
Summary of the "my kid got served" thread?
2 12-year olds get into some petty argument, pissing match at school; one challenges the other to fight the next day; dutch gets all exercised about it trying to counsel his son both to be tough and face up to the other kid (the challenger), including by giving him fighting tips, but also to try to deescalate the situation; kid and other kid both end up apologizing to each other and no fight happens.

It's all very Brady Bunch.
And also fishing, right?

 
Summary of the "my kid got served" thread?
2 12-year olds get into some petty argument, pissing match at school; one challenges the other to fight the next day; dutch gets all exercised about it trying to counsel his son both to be tough and face up to the other kid (the challenger), including by giving him fighting tips, but also to try to deescalate the situation; kid and other kid both end up apologizing to each other and no fight happens.

It's all very Brady Bunch.
Pretty much the best outcome for real life but the worst for entertainment value.

 
Summary of the "my kid got served" thread?
2 12-year olds get into some petty argument, pissing match at school; one challenges the other to fight the next day; dutch gets all exercised about it trying to counsel his son both to be tough and face up to the other kid (the challenger), including by giving him fighting tips, but also to try to deescalate the situation; kid and other kid both end up apologizing to each other and no fight happens.

It's all very Brady Bunch.
Pretty much the best outcome for real life but the worst for entertainment value.
exactly true.

and I was actually thinking of that thread while confronting Mr Peyos... *BAM* right to the honker and that's all she wrote if I had the courage to throw a punch.

 
Sorry to hear, dude. We've been having trouble with UHC recently, too. They have decided not to cover some stuff for my wife that they had previously.
Thanks GB and I'm sorry to hear that too about your wife.

Way to avoid each other, folks. :golfclap:
:goodposting:

For a bunch of drunks, we sure hate to socialize. :thumbup:
Tell me about it. <_<

So I came this close to getting into a fist fight with a middle-aged hassidic dude this morning.
Olive bar?
I wish I understood this.

Short version- yid sees me on the bike, and walks (the wrong way too, mind you) in the middle of the bike lane in a very tight area (about 2-3') wide on a very busy street (6th ave around 30th st). This forces me to either ride into traffic- which wasn't an option in this exact moment- or ride very close to him... since he's walking the wrong way down the middle- not side- of the bike lane. I brace for contact, but narrowly avoid him. He reaches out and slaps my shoulder as a ride by.

If I hadn't braced myself for contact, I could have been pushed into very fast, busy car traffic. floppo angry. I turn around when there's some more room and chase him down (the first time I've ever gone the wrong way on a street), skidding in front of him to deny him crossing the street.

I'm thinking all of the cool tough-guy things I"m going to say to him.. hop off the bike and start shrieking somewhere near the pitch of a balloon letting air out while flapping my hands around, right in his face. At first he claims I hit him and starts a line of bs, which sends me into even more hysterical hand flapping and higher pitches of vocals than I ever imagined ... this was the point at which I started balling the fists thinking "it's ON". (also- key point- middle-aged, frumpy, out of shape, hassidic dude, mind you... I might be able to take him). as I get closer and closer to his face, he realizes something might be on and goes into osterich mode- turning his head and body away from me and shutting his mouth, weirdly catatonic, but still standing. At this point I'm seriously thinking (in between girlish shrieks) of knocking his giant hat off.

for the sake of this tl/dr story, yes... that's what I did. I knocked his giant hat off, to the roar of the bystanders who had circled us. and didn't just ride away with heart pounding in my nostrils and sweat pouring down my face, squeaking noises still slipping past my lips.

tl.dr- I shrieked like a girlish toddler at a hassidic guy on the sidewalk.
:lmao: :lmao:

 
Summary of the "my kid got served" thread?
2 12-year olds get into some petty argument, pissing match at school; one challenges the other to fight the next day; dutch gets all exercised about it trying to counsel his son both to be tough and face up to the other kid (the challenger), including by giving him fighting tips, but also to try to deescalate the situation; kid and other kid both end up apologizing to each other and no fight happens.

It's all very Brady Bunch.
Pretty much the best outcome for real life but the worst for entertainment value.
Pretty much.

 
Summary of the "my kid got served" thread?
2 12-year olds get into some petty argument, pissing match at school; one challenges the other to fight the next day; dutch gets all exercised about it trying to counsel his son both to be tough and face up to the other kid (the challenger), including by giving him fighting tips, but also to try to deescalate the situation; kid and other kid both end up apologizing to each other and no fight happens.

It's all very Brady Bunch.
Pretty much the best outcome for real life but the worst for entertainment value.
exactly true.

and I was actually thinking of that thread while confronting Mr Peyos... *BAM* right to the honker and that's all she wrote if I had the courage to throw a punch.
Oh, nice, so you were thinking about hitting a Hasidic Jew right in the nose. Nice work, Hitler.

 
I wonder if Tom Petty banged Stevie Nicks when they were recording Stop Draggin' my Heart Around. There's no way he didn't try.

I'm watching a Tom Petty documentary.

 

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