As of today I have started with a new insurance company. This means my drugs will now be $150 a month instead of $400. Gary can go back to tipping five dollars for a seven dollar plate of food.
As my parting shot to the evil former insurance company, I went to the neurologist on Thursday. As usual, we had a nice chat (all about me). He dismissed my rationalization that my right hand wasn't less coordinated but that it just seemed that way because of my increased left hand coordination due to my mad guitar chord skills. On the other hand, he dismissed the chorus of co-workers who told me that very day that I had been limping. He saw no limp, just the typical awkward pelvic-thrusty rolling gait I've had since jr. high.
However, since I'd had the Elmer Fudd lesion, he decided to check to see if my medicine was still effective. Evidently the body will build up antibodies to any foreign substance you put in your bloodstream, including a natural one like interferon. With my old drug, Avonex, this didn't affect the effectiveness of the drug, but the Betaseron gets all snippy if your body starts attacking it.
So I trundled down to the lab, where I waited patiently for the registrar to find the code for the Interferon Neutralizing Antibody test. She had to get on the phone with support and I suddenly heard her say in a hushed tone:
"Oooooo... It's a red cap test then. I seeeee." Then she looked at me with awe.
I swelled with pride. I had no idea why.
She hung and and to reward me for my patience told me my blood would be drawn into a test tube with a red cap. The red cap test tubes were sent to Mayo, so it might be a little -
"Mayo!" I squealed, " Like as in THE Mayo clinic?"
Evidently so. It seems my little red-capped test tube will be analyzed at the same spot Bono's blood was analyzed. How cool is that?
I hope they charge that insurance company out the ass.