Spent the morning trying to determine whether my surgery SCHEDULED FOR THURSDAY needed a precert or whatever. My very kind customer service representive repeatedly told me how great my insurance was and how it was no wonder considering I paid so much for it. I spent forty minutes on the phone with someone who thought perhaps my colon resection due to a cancerous mass would be an outpatient procedure. What. The. Fuck.
Honestly, Insurance Companies, pay attention! If you're looking to pay less in medical bills and keep more of your premiums try educating your employees. The stress put upon your customers dealing with your uneducated employees is not doing anything at all to reduce the size of their tumors, I can promise you that.
But I'm jumping ahead. I'm not sure I confirmed the colonscopy diagnosis. The pathology report agreed with my doctor and then some. This discovery led to a complete melt down on our business office carpet where I had to scrape myself up off the floor after too much googling. The following days were a complete devastation of all things normal and wonderful and the places I went to (and dragged others) were the deepest and darkest I've ever been.
One week from colonoscopy I was prepped for CT scan. Which takes a kind of strength I didn't quite have. I made it through, but not before quaking and shivering when I was told there would be an IV as well as the contrast I had forced down hours earlier. I slowly breathed through with eyes closed managing to stay calm.
Bottom line: I was alone, no matter who was in the waiting room waiting for me, and knew that I would be for much of the rest of this journey.
Oh. I feel for you. So alone even if there is someone to hold your hand. Arrrhhhhh
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