Heidi's Hell Hole

I am in healthcare HELL. I swear to GAWD, my life is one freaking appointment, one call to this Doctor or that Doctor after another.

For example, Pooks speech delay issue. So, the initial assesment shows she's got the abilities of a 4 month old, which SUUUUCKS. When they said 4 months, I shut down. I didn't hear a word after that, and I bawled for a good 20 minutes. Did I do something wrong? Did I too much, not enough perhaps? Bryan said it's not about me, and he's right. But in a weird way, I'm not concerned about getting Pook help. Namely, because I don't care what the cost, she WILL be getting help. The best help we can afford. One way or another, I'm going to kick speech delays ASS. 

In order to do that, I have to get her "further evaluated" to see where she's REALLY at. (Make sense to ya? Because it doesn't to me.)

In order to get her into therapy I have to:

1) Get a referral to an ear, nose, and throat specialist. This is to make sure her hearing isn't bad, or that some throat abnormality isn't at fault. (You'd think we'd have figured out if her throat was wonky before this, but apparently, we're just dumb yokels.)

2) THEN that person refers us to someone who can REALLY evaluate her, because apprently, the people who did it before, while RN's, aren't MDs and insurance won't accept their assessment.

3) THEN that person refers us to someone who can actually work with her.

All of this for one little girls delay. All of this rigormireaux just to get her some help. All of this for someone to come her to daycare once a week. But, like I said, one way or another, it will happen. If I have to personally become certified to help her, I will.

So there's that.

Then there's MY uninsured ass. Why am I uninsured? Because in order for Pook & I to be on my insurance, it's $300 per paycheck. Screw that noise, I put Pook on state insurance and decided I just wouldn't get sick. However, in the meantime, I was diagnosed as having Bipolar Disorder. This comes as a shock to nobody. So, I decided to get medicated for the sanity of my family and my well-being. The clinic I use puts me on a sliding fee scale, which is great.

Because I am uninsured, my benefits center gave me a $500 prepaid Visa debit card, that up until now, I haven't had to use. When I called to use it to pay off the clinic, it was declined. Well what the hey?!

I called the benefits center who informed me that the card was deactivated 5 months ago, and that they didn't notify me because they don't have to. They said they were sorry, they'd get it fixed. IN TWO WEEKS. Meanwhile, our fearless herione called the clinic! AAAAND was told that they're no longer going to be accepting debit or credit cards as of Monday. Well of course you're not! I asked the benefits center if they could cut the doctors office a check and take if off my card. Yeah, the evil call center lady just laughed. Bitch.

On the other end of the spectrum, Bryan, who does have insurance, got his retina reattached yesterday, and that went well. (Bad darts accident when he was a kid. I TOLD YOU YOU'D POKE YOUR EYE OUT!!) He was supposed to have his lense transplant surgery in 3 weeks but apparently the doctor is out of town (the nerve) and is there another doctor that do the surgery? HELL NO! Why would we have two doctors in case one has to leave? That makes SENSE! So, we have to wait until mid-November to get that done. In the meantime, he can't wear his contact and he's basically blind for six weeks.

I need a drink.