I've been raving about how good things have been going for me lately. After many years of nothing but bad things happening, I finally had hit a good patch and everything was coming up roses. Well, of course as soon as I let my guard down and give in to the goodness and let myself feel good and happy, it all comes crashing down around me.
After nearly eight years of not being able to see an endocrinologist, and over a year of actually trying and fighting to see an endocrinologist, I finally got an appointment. I was so happy, relieved, and excited to see this doctor after so long without care. I had a month long blood sugar profile ready to hand over, I was eager to request a CGM, I was eager to talk to someone who knew my condition and could help me to better care for my diabetes. I was ready.
I went to the doctor's office this morning, I signed in and sat to wait for my appointment. After 45 minutes of waiting, the desk person called me up. I thought she was just going to ask about my new address or something; nope, she informed me that the endocrinologist doesn't accept my insurance...
This particular office isn't his, he only comes here once a month to help out. If I want to see him and have my insurance accepted, I have to travel to his private office, in Hanford! That's like a half hour drive from me and in a direction I rarely go. I don't have a valid driver license (diabetic retinopathy), I rely on rides from others. I'm screwed.
So, I didn't get to see the endocrinologist. I need to search for another in my area and get my primary to send in a referral...and wait god knows how much longer. I'm sobbing as I type this. I'm so fed up with insurance and rules and everything working against us diabetics! Why can't we get help even from those who are supposed to be here to help us?!
As if that wasn't enough to ruin my day, I headed over to the pharmacy to refill my test strips and lancets. What do you think I ran into when I got there? My primary, who gave me the prescription for test strips, put on the order to test once...ONCE... a day. So the pharmacy refused to fill my request because "It's too early". I test no less than four times a day! I need my strips...NOW!
So I have to call my doctor's office on Monday and have him correct the order so I can actually do what I need to to stay healthy.
This all makes me want to give up and head on over to the Italian restaurant down the street and fill up on bread, pasta, and calzone!
Of course I may not do that, because no matter how insurance, doctor's, and prescription regulations work, I can still, for the most part, take care of myself! I just need to cool off, gather my self control, and not give up!