Friday…not my day.
I wake up…not going very well…Thursday has already stressed me out because I go to my Dr. and they let me know that for the money I have and the crap I need…they can’t help. I do understand this…it doesn’t stop my frustration. They suggest I find charity care and in the mean time will give me what I need to get over my sinus infection and the awful smell. They will not, however, fill out the forms I need in order to get my depression meds. This will be fun.
So Friday I realize I need to get up and start making calls because I can’t really afford to put this off. As it is I haven’t done everything completely necessary to make sure I didn’t run out of the meds in the first place. My advocate, who’s got her own problems has been letting me know she’s waiting to hear from them, can’t help me anymore because my time has run out. I love her to pieces and am not mad I dont’ have my stuff, I just can’t wait any longer.
I’m not going into the calls detail by detail but it comes down to this. I can’t have Daddy’s Mom be my advocate. She’s “related” and I dont’ want to lie and get her job lost. I have all the paper work. I know what to do. I just have to get a dr, the scripts, and find an advocate. I’m thinking of asking the lady at the pharmacy who’s helped me in the past. Now I need an appt.
Upshot, in April…instead of June…I have an apt to go and sit for several hours to be seen by a general dr who will test my thyroid and misc general crap and I assume refer me to a psychiatrist and a neurologist. I’m really hoping those two things will be paid by for charity care. They say that sometimes they don’t pay for “specialists”. Maybe the measly show of money I make and my “victim” face will help. We’ll see. After that I wait in Charity Care for them to approve the visit I just did. It’s gonna be a long day, but Daddy’s mom has decided to come sit it out with me. I refuse to feel guilty about this because a) I’m a big girl who can wait by myself and b) I’ve told her she doesn’t have to come. Daddy’s ex use to need people to go with her. “I” even went to a few appts with her a couple of times. I’m not fully sure WHY she needed someone to go with her. And it wasn’t purely a case of Daddy deciding HE would feel better if someone was with her. This perterbs me that people think I NEED them to come with me. Want, sure. Need, no. I’m almost a black belt for Christ’s sake. (Btw…go read the Archangel Series by Lyda Morehouse…awesome stuff) My current Dr will give me enough meds to help me make it to my first apt. From there we’ll see.
Ok…so that stress is down. This wouldn’t be that big of a thing. During it I was way stressed and got very frustrated but I was dealing. Then…my machine bit it. Not a hard drive, thank God…but the power supply wasn’t having it anymore. This is ok kinda because my machine was way slow and it was going to be a while before we really decided to do anything about it. It’s not ok when I’m stressed about health and I’m also stressed about money and bills. We have a guardian angel who helped us come through this ok. And now as I sit here I wonder why I got so upset…but I did. :shrugs: I won’t use the typical excuse. “I’m a girl” to let someone know you realize you are being a bit silly doesn’t cut it anymore. (sorry for the feminists reading…this is my life.) So..whatever. One more list of things not to say. Wow am I bitter. LOL
So /rant done…I’m spending today installing software and getting everything to work right again. I’ll be back on chat, on cam, and in blog as soon as I can.