health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
Grrrr.
So Peg's been trying for THREE DAYS to get an appointment scheduled at basically the ONLY local LGBT-friendly clinic to get her ongoing throat issues looked at. She called AGAIN today and they didn't even know where their "patient navigator" was... and thus could do absolutely nothing but make her play phone tag again.
So we break down and go to the urgent care clinic.
(sadly con't)
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
...And then they tell us that they can't take her insurance, but that they also can't let her just pay out of pocket because that would supposedly be illegal. Even though she came her, was seen, was treated, and was sure as fuck billed just a few months ago.
So we're leaving and she's understandably very upset, when something rises from deep within me: something inherited from my Italian mom.
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
And I insist we're going back in. And I go up to the counter. And I demand to know WHY it's different this time than it was last time. And they can't tell me.
So they gather in back for five minutes and come back with "OK we CAN see her, but it'll be out of pocket." A substantial but hardly painful amount amount for us. FINE. SO FUCKING DO IT.
Theyre seeing her now. And I'm still trembling.
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
And I was SO NICE after they started actually looking into it and moving things along for us. I apologized all over myself and thanked them for looking into it.
And I'm so afraid that Peg's gonna get jerked around AGAIN in there, or not taken seriously because of some superficial signifier—or the fact we were pushy—and I will have to wreck this clinic all Samson-like.
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
Moral of this story: you do NOT turn a Mad Space Raccoon's favorite person in the world away when she's coughing up yellow shit. >_________<
And I am a little bit stronger than I thought.
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
Now granted, to be fair to the clinic... the amount of effort Peg has put into straightening out or understanding her insurance situation in the last seven months since we moved here can be measured in picoseconds. And the process of trying to get her to stop procrastinating and see someone has been the most painful in my life except for all those other times.
But still. For fuck's sake.
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+)
And since our Healthcare.gov applications are due in eleven days, I get to go through this nightmare ALL OVER AGAIN.
And oh my god, I don't ask for much, but if someone has a spare $50,000 laying around and wants to rescue me to a tropical island—or a legal weed state—for about a month, it might actually restore my sanity to something near baseline.
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@zebratron2084 Oh, gosh. Good luck to you both and here's hoping this was the worst it's going to be, diagnosis and treatment included.
health, worry, dragon, uspol, healthpol, everything, channeling the spirits of [living] ancestors (--/+), also kinstuff now
But for now, I'm gonna take the rest of my PTO today—which I guess leaves me winging it during Christmas "break"—and really really try to foreground "sly squeaky little smartjelly raccoon nerd" instead of "150 dB Martian shredbeast of the apocalypse," which frankly is a lot closer to the level I'd LIKE to be at right now