May 25, 2011 11:14
I still live. Still trying to survive the bad spell. Trying to get over my fury at a certain medical establishment who didn't send the MR-N results to the doctor, or the images home with us. I waited a week from the MR-N to get into the doctor to hear the diagnosis that may give me back my life. Went in and found out the MR-N people didn't do their jobs and then had to go back home. Since she only does these appointments on Mondays, and next is a holiday, I get to wait at least two more weeks to hear my future. Joy. Not.
Then there's a huge mixup with the pain doctor. He is a Medicare opt-out. Not a problem since Healthnet is my primary insurance. Only they changed their policy for small companies the beginning of the year (without telling the policyholders). If you have Medicare, it automatically becomes the primary insurance and they will not process any claims until they have the Medicare action. So all year's worth of pain appointments have just become our own responsibility. No more appointments with him.
And the daughter is having some serious life issues. Commuting over half an hour to work (brand new experience for her), using up gas, not making enough money but too much for welfare so her Mede-Cal m edical insurance just got cut (can't afford the doctor anymore and she's due in a month). So she's reacting rather emotionally and not seeing any way "out" of the dilemma.
Other friends are having serious life issues, too. Dealing with the death of a friend. And I hurt so bad. Wave after wave of migraines. It's no wonder I haven't been posting, eh?
friends,
health,
jesse