I remember the phone call in 2013 from the pharmacy.  “Mrs. Gainer, we have a prescription for a nebulizer for you, but the only one we have left is a panda for children and we did not want to insult you.”  “I won’t be insulted” I replied.  This from the woman who has the Pillsbury dough boy sitting in one of the chairs at the dining room table.

The little white panda with the pink ears and I had many fine chats as it produced that mist that helped me open my lungs and clear out the mucous.  Last week the sweet bear could no longer blow hard enough to do the job, so I had to lay it to rest.  I had been using my portable nebulizer until today when the new one arrived.

I got the new one from Amazon because my regular supplier required a prescription, and I did not want to bother my pulmonologist for something that I could get elsewhere without a prescription.  My pulmonologist after all was working on getting me a Trilogy 100.  He is sure that I qualify for the Trilogy if he can use the correct language to request it.  I just got a call from the DME that according to my arterial blood gas (ABG) that I do not qualify for the Trilogy.

I am not sure that this is the end of it for the Trilogy because my pulmonologist is a stubborn old Mountaineer, and he is sure that I qualify.  We will see how this ends up.