Surgery and red tape (again)
I went to the laundrymat today. When I got back home a few hours later, the phone was ringing. It was my friend who’d just had surgery for her endometriosis. So, thanks to her, she was able to override the major depressive moment setting in, because I had tons of questions for her about her surgery, since I’ll be getting surgery for endometriosis, too.
Speaking of surgery.
I was slated to go on the operating table on September 21st. However, last Thursday, the billing person from the gynecologist’s office called to tell me that my boyfriend’s insurance (Blue Shield PPO) is giving them a ton of grief over why they feel the need to do surgery on me, and they want to know if this is a pre-existing condition, for which no coverage will be given, because I fall within the “no treatment for pre-existing conditions within the first six months of coverage” clause that I didn’t know existed, becuase my boyfriend hasn’t told me anything about the plan he’s on (I wager he doesn’t even know or care much about the plan details himself).
Well, after telling my boyfriend about this, he was mad, and so he’ll be bringing the benefits book home for full review.
I hate that guys always do everything backwards. It falls under the whole “guys never read the assembly instructions” pet peeve, too.
So anyway, I have to call and reschedule surgery for sometime in January, now.
So much for my birthday present to myself. More pain and suffering each month for a few more months.
I can do it. I’ve done it for 20 years already.
*sigh*