Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Lacing Up the Gloves
My insurance company that begins and ends with the same letter just denied my visit to National Jewish Hospital. They pushed the doctor there into sending a list of every possible test or treatment I might receive on my visit so they could pre-approve all of them. This was a little trick. The trick was that the list was so long there was no way they'd approve any of it. The insurance company wants to know why I can't get the testing done locally. Well, for starters, I can't because no one locally has the time or energy or interest to investigate why one woman can't breathe and doesn't respond to the regular asthma protocol. No one locally has the ability to ask for the right tests or to interpret the results. I've already been tested for a wide swath of abnormalities and I've tried an endless variety of medical and herbal solutions. Nothing has worked. We're still looking for the elusive answer...
I need to go to a hospital where they specialize in medical mysteries. That's National Jewish. So as an alternate we're looking into Johns Hopkins. We'll see if that pans out and if the demi-gods at the insurance company deem that acceptable. We're contesting their current decision, of course. I'm just lacking energy to fight at the moment since I can't breathe.
You see, they want me to give up. They want me to go away. If I stopped breathing today I'd be one less number on their list and one less annoying person with whom they'd have to deal. They're not interested in me, my books, my work, my notoriety, my family, my friends, my life. To them I'm a number and that's how they want to keep me. I'm a number on a long list and the answer is no. We won't pay for you to get the testing you need. Just shut up and go away.
You know why they don't want to pay for tests? Because someone might have an answer for me and it might be one they don't want to hear. It might cost them more money for some radical treatment they don't want to cover. Because I am a number and the answer is no.
Anyone who lives in this country and thinks we don't need a complete overhaul of the health care system hasn't gotten really sick yet, just wait, it happens to most of us eventually. Between the insurance companies and the pharmaceutical companies, we've all been sold a bill of goods and it's a craptacular one of epic proportions. It's designed to keep us sick and keep us quiet. I guess the insurance companies don't much like the pharmaceutical companies when you think about it...they're working at cross purposes. The insurance companies would like you to just go away and keep sending that fat check every month and the pharmaceutical companies would like to keep you sick so they can keep selling you drugs. Of course, the insurance companies seem to forget that if you die, you're not going to be paying them any more money, but if you get better you will and you will cost them less money.
I'm not going away. Not me, babycakes. As soon as I get my breath, I'm going to tell them all about that number on that list and the things she's got left to do and the people who need her to stick around to do them.
Fuck them. I'm not giving up without a fight. I'm going to need a team to help me, but we're going to stay away from the ropes, do some fancy footwork and keep swinging.