Friday after my four mile walk and subsequent lunch with Sara and Bill, I went to go get an x-ray in anticipation of my appointment with the neurosurgeon this Thursday which I no longer have, because per the Choice Medical Director, I have to see my primary care physician to "justify" my follow up appointment with the neurosurgeon who did my surgery and who has to verify that my fusion is healing well. Also, no physical therapy. I am beyond mad. I am beyond pissed off. Un-fucking believable. I made this appointment in September and it's been cancelled less than 48 hours before. I spent the afternoon on the phone with the various doctors' offices trying to get an appointment. I did manage to get an appointment with someone in my doctor's office, whom I've never seen before, at 8 am on Thursday. So I'll go to see a doctor, who, let's review, is not a neurosurgeon and whom I've never seen before in my life for him to "justify" me going back to the neurosurgeon who felt it was important that he see me this week to make sure my fusion was healing properly. And also Doctor X, who is not a neurosurgeon and who has not seen me before in his life will get to "justify" whether I can go to physical therapy after having had major surgery. I did not call Choice Medical because I just can't imagine that I would actually be able to speak to the asswipe who actually made this decision and said that this has to be justified in order to express to him or her my absolute disbelief in this fucking unbelievable bullshit, nor do I trust myself to have a conversation in which fucking unbelievable god damn fucking bullshit doesn't leave my mouth.
Counting the days until open enrollment.
No comments:
Post a Comment