Daily Archives: November 2, 2015

I have an appointment. Not with the grumbly clinic because, obviously, making needed appointments is not something that they’re willing to do. And not with doctors who actually specialize in women’s health care. No, I have an appointment with my family doctor’s office. Yeah, the same people who prescribe medicines I’m allergic to & don’t know the inside of the knee from the outside of the knee will be handling my care. Or they will until they close their office.1 At least the resident I’m assigned to in family practice is a really nice person. That makes the whole knee incident slightly more funny than frightening. It’s all exciting, right? The appointment came after calling three options Humana gave that were supposed to take it & my Medicaid. Two of those wouldn’t take my Medicaid. One took neither. My concerns that Humana would recommend an in-network gynecologist who isn’t actually in-network was totally justified. Let’s just say this isn’t the first time that has happened.2 Oh, and the grumbly clinic responded after my last email with: I did misunderstand. I apologize. Due to the closing of the clinic, we are not making any new appointments (I confirmed with nurse manager about this). Given that you and I have never met, I am not comfortable switching treatment without a full consultation visit. We will put a letter in the mail to you listing all the gynecologists taking that are accepting new patients. Yay. An unnecessary piece of mail coming from a doctor’s office that doesn’t want to do their jobs anymore because they’re quietly closing their practice.3 I guess I should be thankful that they’d put forth some effort, but I can’t really find it in me to cheer them on for doing the bare minimum. I guess I’m petty like that. This whole thing has just been a suck-fest…and not the good kind of suck-fest. Let’s face it. If one specialty closes, they may all close. ↩If I counted up every time it has happened within my own family, we’d easily be over the half a dozen mark. If I counted every time a doctor’s office was shocked that they were listed as in-network, that would also go over half a dozen times. Some were once in-network, while some never have been. ↩Google it. There are no mentions that they are closing up shop of a clinic that mainly services poor, disabled, and minority patients. That bugs me. ↩

Oy with the doctors already 

My hope was short-lived. I reviewed your chart with Dr. Light and the front desk. We confirmed that your insurance would not cover the visit, however, we are willing to call in the depo (prior research showed that Huntsville Hospital pharmacy carries it the cheapest in town) but that you would likely have to pay for the depo out of pocket as well. You could bring the depo prescription in to us when your period starts, and that way you’d only be seen as a “nurse visit” for administration of the depo only (cheaper than office visit). I hope this is a satisfactory alternative for you. Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t want to be on the Depo any more. I don’t ever want to take the Depo again. How did they think that’s what I wanted, when in the last email, I specifically told the doctor, “I was going off Depo, which was due that week, because of the risk of bone loss. I have Ehlers-Danlos, a Vitamin D deficiency, and family history of osteopenia, so I wanted to avoid bone loss.” Going off the Depo had been mentioned in my need for the appointment and in other communications, including one to this doctor, back in September, where I said, “I would also like to change from Depo to the minipill because I’m worried about bone loss.” I know that I’m not always the best at communicating, but I think I’ve been pretty clear about not wanting to ever have another Depo shot. It’s not a satisfactory alternative because it’s not what I was asking for at all. I’ve already been on the depo for a year, have received the shots from you guys every ten weeks until the last one, and wanted to go off of it because of the bone loss concerns–vitamin d deficiency, Ehlers-Danlos, and a family history of osteopenia. I wanted to go on the mini-pill because it still offers the progesterone, but doesn’t have a risk of bone loss. After the September incident, I waited until October, like I was told, to schedule the annual exam so that I could get the prescription for that. Is there any way that I can have my annual and get that prescription instead of the depo that I do not want to take? I get the feeling that I won’t get the appointment or the prescription, but I’m not going down without a fight on this whole thing. I’m sick of being given the run-around. This is a relatively simple exam. You stick the speculum in, then the spatula, then the brush. Not hard.1 And writing a prescription doesn’t take long at all. Why is this so fucking difficult for them to do? Right now, I’m considering going off the Humana completely & going back to Medicare/Medicaid so that I can find a gynecologist who will do my stupid pap smear and write me this prescription. I don’t understand why this has to be so difficult. I don’t understand why every interaction with these people seems to end with me either in tears or foolishly expecting for them to actually do their jobs before finding out that they don’t intend to do them. I’m flexible enough that I could probably do it myself. ↩

Are You Daft?

When I was first told my meniscus was torn, I wasn’t sure which one: the lateral or the medial. I knew the lateral one was closer to where the worst pain was, but I know that pain doesn’t always correspond with the problem area. At my latest physical therapy reevaluation, I found out which was torn. Erin said it was definitely my lateral.  It took all of two seconds max for her to find the tear.1 It took the same length of time for me to almost jump off the mat while screaming profanities & threatening to go all Liam Neeson2 on her. Not to worry. I didn’t actually do that.  Notice how I said almost.  I did tell her it hurt when she was testing me, which is major progress for me.3 Anyway, even though I was “graduating”4 from physical therapy…again, she was glad I was going back in to see the orthopedist on the 16th. All of the physical therapists have expressed that sentiment. In fact, after I find out whether I’ll be having surgery, getting an injection, or coming back to continue my never-ending therapy with them, I’m supposed to let them know what the doctor says.5   The test causes it to make a palpable pop. ↩From his role in the Taken franchise, not Schindler’s List or Love Actually. ↩Snaps for me. ↩Every time you finish, they gather the therapists, hum “Pomp & Circumstance”, and hand you a lovely tee shirt that advertises their services. You’re probably thinking that that’s so sweet–and it is, unless you have severe anxiety issues. In that case, you want to hide under the mats until everyone leaves because being the center of attention is enough to make you want to scream, cry, or vomit–or all three if you’re especially blessed.  ↩Their concern is sweet. ↩

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