I haven’t heard yet about the results of my new tests (got them done without any problems at all at the hospital…was even in and out in a 1/2 hour!). I don’t think they’ll be back till sometime next week.
But I did call the doctor’s today, to see about the CT scan appointment. They said that they had made one but had to cancel it because my insurance wouldn’t cover it. I forgot what they said exactly, but I think it was something about how they thought it was unnecessary. The nurse said that they turned in an appeal for it something to try and get them to authorize it. (on a side note, would have been nice for the doctor’s office to inform me of all this).
But today my anger is directed to the insurance company. So trying to discover if I have a tumor is not necessary??? Not to mention that said tumor has like a 5% change to be cancerous. No, it’s not at all necesssary to prevent you from dying!! I could also have a stroke or something from my extremely high blood pressure but do they care? No of course not. If I die, they don’t have to pay for my surgery (another side note: I don’t think that I have a cancerous tumor or that I will have a stroke anytime soon, but as with anything in life, it’s not guarenteed).
The whole subject of insurance is ridiculous. There’s so many things that they don’t think is necessary for people that could really help them. And they’re usually such ASSHOLES. I read recently about a woman whose insurance wouldn’t pay for her sugery because the paperwork wasn’t processed in a timely manner, when it was the *insurance company’s fault* that it wasn’t processes because it was sitting on someone’s desk for months!!! They did win the appeal on that, but it’s just totally fucked up that you have to fight for something like that on top of recovering from surgery!
In other health-related news of me, for the past month or more I’ve been having an occasional pain in my left bicep area. This week it’s escalated to a constant, stabbing pain whenever I move. I mean it’s bad. It’s a shooting pain from my neck to my hand, centered in my bicep. It’s literally like someone is stabbing me with a knife in my arm. Or trying to pull my arm off my body. I have no idea why it’s doing that. It’s been slightly better the past two days, but is still very bad.