Thursday, November 12, 2015

warning - vent ahead

You know what droves me bonkers about moving?  Being a new patient.  The Dude needs a checkup in August?  They'll see him in November.  I have to find a whole new psychiatrist?  See you in 3 months!  I know, I get it.  They're only human and there are only so many spaces that can be filled to keep the regulars in too.  But it's always gotten me how hard it is to find care for mental health issues.  Like it's not hard enough living with a body and brain that are always teetering and tottering around sanity, let's make finding someone to help you feel like climbing a mountain!  Without shoes!

I know, I'm blessed with a diagnosis and an established care plan, but I haven't always.  And my needs aren't that severe - I can't even imagine if I had something really serious.  It's hard enough for me to pick up the phone - if I was any worse, I know I wouldn't try at all.  I can't explain why it's so hard - it just is.  Calling unknown names off a list from your insurance and not knowing if they'll reject you or not... it's physically sickening.  I actually got proactive and made an appointment today.  For FEBRUARY.  My current medications won't run out for a while, but it's better to get something established when it's calm.

I'd called the only two names I had recommendations for, and both had moved on to other offices.  So this February appointment was going to have to be it.  I immediately felt sick - something wasn't right.  I was looking at other names to see if they were available, when the doctor's office called and said they actually didn't take my insurance, despite me getting their contact info from my insurance company - but I felt relieved.  Something about that office made my stomach knot a wee bit.  Of course now I still don't have one, so I still have to climb Everest (that's what it feels like - or at least a small mountain.  I'm really out of shape so it doesn't take much to wind me, but you know what I mean.) BUT - a bad doctor/therapist can be worse than no doctor at all.

My to-do list has only gotten scratched today, so that job is going to have to roll over until I swear, they'll be making appointments for Neptune.  So far in the future that we won't be using the old days of the week - just planets and bra sizes.

If none of that made sense, then congrats!  You aren't crazy!  But if it did.... you may want to clear your schedule for 12-18 months from now... (no joke, that was the wait we had for a doc for Forster in WI)

WOULD ANY OF YOU PLEASE GO BACK TO MED SCHOOL SO WE CAN HAVE LOTSA DOCTORS AND MOVE WAITING TIMES DOWN BY AT LEAST A WEEK?

Seriously, I will buy you cookies if you do.

3 comments:

Jane said...

I'm so sorry. (Stupid insurance companies.) That sounds really irritating. Do you know anyone who knows someone who's just starting an office? Or works for an office?
And you're so right about the bad doctor being worse than no doctor.
(Remind me to tell you the story of my teeth over Thanksgiving.)

Cathie said...

A. I would actually really like to go to med school, but Jane has already promised me cookies, so you'll need to sweeten the deal.
2. I have SUCH phone anxiety I have to psych myself up to call anyone, so I know your pain.
D. I had to call my old OB's office about getting my records, which was hard because I have a lot of unresolved emotional issues with them and then I faxed the form they asked for but they never sent me my records and that was over two months ago and so I should call again, but it's such an ordeal to make myself do that I can't, but it just hangs over me and...yeah, I'm crazy too.

Cathie said...

A. I would actually really like to go to med school, but Jane has already promised me cookies, so you'll need to sweeten the deal.
2. I have SUCH phone anxiety I have to psych myself up to call anyone, so I know your pain.
D. I had to call my old OB's office about getting my records, which was hard because I have a lot of unresolved emotional issues with them and then I faxed the form they asked for but they never sent me my records and that was over two months ago and so I should call again, but it's such an ordeal to make myself do that I can't, but it just hangs over me and...yeah, I'm crazy too.

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