Breast Reduction Surgery letter-writing. Ugh.
I hate the assumption that women with big breasts have to stay big-breasted just because "zomg they're BIG! 8D Isn't that fantastic? You're so sexy/beautiful/desirable from shoulders to ribs because of them!" with the implication that that is ALL that matters. Not physical health, not pain concerns, not the fact that those boobs are attached TO A REAL PERSON. Despite being a 39H, I have to go through the rigamarole of "proving" I'm a legitimate candidate for breast reduction surgery.
So, I just got done writing up 3.4 pages' worth of problems, symptoms, and attempted efforts to correct them in regards to my "huge...tracts of land." I put at the top a note that, if the insurance company personnel reviewing my case doesn't feel they want to go through the whole bloody list, they can just read the final point listed on the last page, as it is the most salient point of all of them listed: e.g. when someone ELSE supports the massive weight of my bosom, the magnitude of sheer relief I experience in my back, muscles and spine, is instantaneous and very self-evident in proving that breast reduction surgery is medically necessary.
But just in case, I've written up those 3+ pages of detailed problems, various attempted fixes (I have to do targeted back exercises, wear custom bras, pay for massage therapy, have prescription drugs for pain management, so on and so forth), and have included a shhhwad of photocopied medical files outlining "patient complaints" and multiple rounds of physical therapy dating as far back as 1994, as well as a list of my bra sizes from the age of 16 onward, a letter from the very nice company making my custom bras for the last 8 years (nobody makes a 39H except for them, certainly not a 39H without underwires, with extra wide straps, with other custom touches, and for such a CHEAP price for custom fit, around $70 a bra!), so on and so forth. I even got a picture taken of my shoulders after 7 hours of bra-free sleep...and you can still see the near-permanent grooves in my shoulders.
...And if that doesn't convince 'em I'm a prime candidate, then I'm going to raise a holy high stink by demanding their insurance case reviewer move into my house and carry the damned things for me!
So, I just got done writing up 3.4 pages' worth of problems, symptoms, and attempted efforts to correct them in regards to my "huge...tracts of land." I put at the top a note that, if the insurance company personnel reviewing my case doesn't feel they want to go through the whole bloody list, they can just read the final point listed on the last page, as it is the most salient point of all of them listed: e.g. when someone ELSE supports the massive weight of my bosom, the magnitude of sheer relief I experience in my back, muscles and spine, is instantaneous and very self-evident in proving that breast reduction surgery is medically necessary.
But just in case, I've written up those 3+ pages of detailed problems, various attempted fixes (I have to do targeted back exercises, wear custom bras, pay for massage therapy, have prescription drugs for pain management, so on and so forth), and have included a shhhwad of photocopied medical files outlining "patient complaints" and multiple rounds of physical therapy dating as far back as 1994, as well as a list of my bra sizes from the age of 16 onward, a letter from the very nice company making my custom bras for the last 8 years (nobody makes a 39H except for them, certainly not a 39H without underwires, with extra wide straps, with other custom touches, and for such a CHEAP price for custom fit, around $70 a bra!), so on and so forth. I even got a picture taken of my shoulders after 7 hours of bra-free sleep...and you can still see the near-permanent grooves in my shoulders.
...And if that doesn't convince 'em I'm a prime candidate, then I'm going to raise a holy high stink by demanding their insurance case reviewer move into my house and carry the damned things for me!