Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Hoop Jumping


Most of the responsibilities of being a grown up I don't mind. I have a certain amout of patience and realize that some things are outside of my control. Things go in stride and everything works out eventually.

Dealing with Health Insurance and Medical Providers is not one of the areas I am tolerant of. In fact, I would say that dealing with doctors offices and insurance companies has to be the most unpleasant part of being a responsible adult.

How much is it to ask that between one insurance company and one doctors office that one person would know what the hell is going on besides myself? HMO's and PPO's and HML's and preferred providers and primary providers and out of area providers... what the hell!?

How hard would it be to give those beneficiaries who pay for coverage a list of doctors that they can go to under their policy? (Without a referral from another doctor, from another doctor, from another doctor who learned the art of voodoo witchcraft from a vietnamese medicine woman under a waning moon in Venice?) Then one could call that doctor and give them their insurance policy number, schedule and appointment, and at said appointment said beneficiary could be billed for services rendered!?

TA-FREAKIN'-DA!



There I have fixed the healthcare crisis. Well this idea and the idea that all doctors are paid on a salary basis, rated on performance and education, through a mass provider of officials in highly elected government positions.

So after talking to several people today I finally have a scheduled appointment with my OBGYN for my first trimester (ahem second trimester) exam.

HAHA! BUT WAIT! That would be tooooo easy!

Miss receptionist did not inform me until the end of the mental obstacle course that my doctor was on vacation for 2 months and would not be returning until the middle of March.



Hooray for me. Her sister also runs practice from the same office and I have seen her before when my doctor was not available. She was available for an appointment next week.

At this point I think everyone in the Mercy San Juan medical community has seen everything that there is to see after the birth of my daughter anyhow, so I don't care who does the initial exam as long as I can get an a-ok on the well being of this baby.

Oh yes, and the website with the listings for locations to issue my military ID was inaccurate (which is also my insurance card). I had to call D's recruiter, who was not in the office, so I called his cell, he said to give him a call back at 5pm and he could locate the address and phone number for me to call and schedule and appointment.




Welcome back to the Army life Kristi.

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