Pharmaceutical Fail

I got a phone call while I was at work earlier this week.  It went a little something like this:

Phone Lady: "I'm calling for Ashley."
Me: "This is Ashley."
P.L.: "Ashley we just heard back from your insurance company about that medication we prescribed you"
M.E.: "That sounds nice."
P.L.: "Well Ashley, it's not so nice, because the insurance company called to say that they've denied your request for the medicine."
M.E.: "But I... the doctor.... but... my tummy hurts."
P.L.: "Well the insurance company says you don't meet medical necessity."
M.E.: "Okaaaaaay.... so what happens now?"
P.L.: "..."
M.E.: "What am I supposed to do???"
P.L.: "Well, I guess you should call up the insurance.  And you need to tell them...."
M.E.: "Tell them what?  Tell them that they should listen to what the doctor says? That I am not personally trying to take unnecessary medication but this was the ONLY thing the doctor thought could help me so how's about letting me take it, you big jerks?" --That's what my brain said.  My mouth said nothing.
P.L.: "Yeah.... maybe I guess you could come see the doctor again?"
M.E.: "... I think that sounds like a good idea."

Long story not-too-short, I'm still broken.  I'm still broken, and I'm turning 29 in exactly 14 days and I really wanted to eat some crap on my birthday.

Guess I'll be celebrating with salad this year.  Woo hoo.