FIRST OFF THANK YOU EVERYONE. YOUR SUPPORT WAS FELT TODAY. I don't know where I’ll begin for this.
I'll just start at the beginning. Me arriving an hour early to my appointment do to nerves. and jamming out to Phil Collins.
My appointment was at 1:00 and i went inside at 12:30 The receptionist welcomed me and asked for my insurance cards. They did not except my secondary insurance, and my primary insurance the cards or the group number has not yet been processed. So i don’t have those cards, but i had the name of the place and other important items. The receptionist firmly told me I would not be seen today with out those medical cards. I said well I’ll sign a paper stating I’ll pay in good faith. She said sorry ma’am we don’t do that here. You will have to pay $370 up front before we can let you see the doctor. I had to leave and regroup. All my nerves just left. I told her I’d be right back.
I went out to the truck and cried my eyes out to Jeremy blubbering like a big fat baby. Jeremy regrouped me and I marched back in.
I leaned over her desk and I said nicely but firmly.
“so you’re telling me, that because you don’t accept my secondary insurance and that because my primary insurance is slower then moses, I can’t be seen today unless I pull 370 from my ass?”
“yes ma’am”
I leaned a little farther over the desk. “do you realize I’ve been waiting 15 years to get to a doctor like this? Let alone had my heart set on this appointment for 6 months, and you’re telling me, that because you failed to mention this critical detail, I can not be seen? Is the correct?” I leaned farther.
“um, well, um… let me go talk to my manager right quick.” *waiting, still leaning.* “Mrs. Green, please have a seat, the doctor will see you shortly.”
*I smiled*
The doctor came in and looked through my chart and sat and stared at me in disbelief that no one had figured out my illness. He evaluated my joints and said that my hands and ankles have suffered the most. He could barely touch a spot on my ankles with out me yelping.
Then he torched a spot in my back that sent me straight up off the table. And I yelled
“YO! LETS NOT GO ALL KARATEE HIII -YAA on me k!~” he dryly laughed.
My new doctor has absolutely no humor. And didn’t like some of my jokes. But I did make him laugh when he touched that spot, maybe he is sadistic. Eek.
He put me on two new medications that should take about 13 weeks to help. I’m worried about some of the side effects, but he said ya gotta feel worse before you get better. I felt relief that he instantly saw what was wrong with me, didn’t question me. He spent an Hour and a half discussing all the possible side effects of my new medications, and the possibilities of the lupus getting worse. But he says he believes we can put it into remission as long as I do what he says…I said uh oh. He said first…. NO MORE CARBs. I said …..ok….. He talked with me about all my concerns and made me relax. So the next few weeks may be rough….
But hey I got the support and we got this
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