I didn’t feel the blues because it was either Monday or sort of rainy. But with my cataracts, my wonderful husband agreed to help me find my medical insurance today.
We started with this book:
Yeah, useless.
Our tiny hamlet doesn’t have anything for older people. No flu shots without albumin, no vaccines. To get those, we need to spend $50 for something free. And indeed, finding helpful insurance has been stressful and sad. We finally settled on something… I think. Meanwhile, I need only green spray paint to recycle/reuse this piece of *&#$+*for the trees wasted.
Today was the long awaited consultation appointment for possible cataract surgery. It didn’t happen.
It has been nearly a year since I was told I had very bad cataracts. One eye (I call my reading eye) couldn’t even see the big black E. But even my good ‘distance’ had developed a cataract. I can still see to drive, and with reading glasses I can read a bit on my phone about 7″ from my eyes. This is still difficult and hurts my hands. Not to mention that every word I type has to be corrected.
So we had this appointment set up during the pandemic. Last week we got a call that I needed to get my Primary Care Physician to send approval.
That’s crazy. I had called my insurance to find the first ophthalmologist. You would think that when the eye doctor referred me to the surgeon it would be okay.
Nope. PCP needed to approve. And she was out of town last week. So yesterday I had to go see her. She said she’d get on it. Don’t worry just go to the eye surgeon.
You know that niggling feeling you get? Yeah. I decided we needed to call before driving two hours only to be turned away.
When I say ‘we’ it is because my husband is a great advocate for me. When I feel overwhelmed he will go to bat.
Hey, Chris:
Anyway, sure enough the fax didn’t make it and by the time it did it was going to be too late for the appointment.
I asked if there were helps for people like me who had trouble seeing. They just said ‘no’. I know there are but you need a doctor to sign off on them.
I’m a baby-boomer. I know I’m not alone in this. We’re not making enough money to have any choices but where’s the help?
Insurance robs me on every check. But where are they when patients and doctors agree treatment is necessary?
So the dentists were very kind and gave me temporary fillings. Yeah, more than just the one that was the bad one. Even though I have insurance I will need to come up with $511 for the real deals. Good grief! I’m supposed to go back in two weeks. Sure they could pull the main bad tooth, which would be far less expensive, but that doesn’t seem to be a good answer for someone who has only 24 teeth since childhood. My mouth needed more room, they said back then. It still didn’t help keep my teeth straight, but I suppose it is better than it would have been had they not pulled. It is nice to know that my mouth looks healthy, per the dentist.
Well, back to watching stories and reading a few others, while knitting. At least the pain is gone. And the trip was fairly comfortable as I took the Advil two hours early. I know there are a lot of people here that make that trip every day. I don’t know how they do it!
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
How does a free blog site work when everything is tied to dollars? How do you create content without using proprietary themes when it seems even the colors and fonts are tied to upgrades for usage? Is it even possible? I hope to find out.
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