I’m probably the only bedridden person that can actually jump through hoops. Actually I’m probably not. I got an email, not a phone call, giving me the same information regarding non-emergent transport. Not sure he actually spoke with them regarding accepting Blue Cross as only one of the three actually accept this insurance. I completely understand why the other two don’t, as Blue Cross doesn’t pay!￼￼￼ That in itself is disgusting to me. I was told once I found one that could help me that I should call to get pre-certification. Today I did that with the one company that actually takes independence blue cross. But alas, it is not I that calls for the precertification. I called the pre-cert phone number which took me to Accolade, not Blue Cross. Accolade informed me that I need to go through my doctor to show proof that I need an ambulance ride to and from my doctor to be allowed this service￼. You know being taken by stretcher to and from my doctors. ￼Yeah, because everyone wants to go by stretcher to their doctors appointments. Are they fucking kidding me?! ￼The Accolade rep did help me out by calling and taking care of all of this BS for me. The first person that actually helped and has done what they say they’re going to do. And she isn’t even a Blue Cross employee.￼ As of now, I have an appointment on the 28th and will be picked up at 7:30 AM so I can finally see my doctor again. But, I’m not holding my breath.￼
I wish I could say that I am no longer stressed regarding this, but this is only the beginning. I need to get to my neurologists office as well as my urologists office. I had to put off surgery to remove all the bladder stones because of my inability to get out of my bed. Yes I will say that again, I had to keep putting off my surgery because I could not get out of my bed and was turned away from Independence Blue Cross for inpatient rehabilitation. ￼I wonder, do I have to go jump through these hoops every fucking time I need to see my doctor(s)? Do I need to prove that I need to go by ￼stretcher again and again?￼￼￼ I truly am disgusted by Independence Blue Cross. ￼^^ Me, every time I have to talk to these people and every time I have to send an email when they cannot return an actual phone call.￼ And I will say it again and again, how the fuck do these people sleep at night knowing that they are withholding care from another human being that needs specific care?!￼ I will get my inpatient rehabilitation! I will get the care that I need! I will not allow this despicable company to be in charge of my health care over my own doctors! ￼ People we need to stand up and say no more! We need to write to our representatives, call them out, acquire an attorney if needs be, we need to say… We are not going to take this any more! ￼￼Do I seem angry, a little pissed off… You have no idea! ￼
Have courage to those who try to keep you down, and be kind!! ￼
I know it got a little dark in here last night. Sometimes when I’m sitting by myself thoughts pop into my head. I decided I’m just going to put them here when that happens. Blogging to me is an outlet. It’s a way to purge myself so I don’t lose it in my real life. Does that make sense? Does it matter if it makes sense to you? I guess as long as it makes sense to me it’s a good thing.￼This is my love. She stays by my side and makes sure that I’m OK.￼ ￼She is the reason that two years ago, almost to the date, I did not leave this earth. She did have some help from my beautiful friend Carolyn.￼￼ That story is here and one that has no end yet. At least not the end that I was hoping for. Still a work in progress.
Today is a better day. Starbucks and blueberry muffins are the perfect thing to put you right. ￼I tell people all the time, that it’s just a bad day not a bad life. I sometimes need to take my own advice. Today, I will!￼￼Have courage and be kind.￼
I really have no more fucks to give.￼ sorry, not sorry…￼
Does it hurt me? In all honesty, nope, not anymore. Don’t get me wrong, in the past it would break me. But now when people make it known that they don’t like me, it’s completely fine. Take a number! 😂 ￼It’s almost like the trash taking itself out￼￼ when they go away. ￼I have so many more pressing things going on in my life that I really don’t have time to worry about the people that don’t find me wonderfully charming￼. If you don’t like me, buh-bye! Pretty simple. ￼
And as always, even when I’m being snarky, have courage and be kind! (and yes I do see the irony) ☺️￼￼
Sadly people with chronic illness do this all the time. We do it because we know others don’t REALLY want to know how we REALLY feel. We know when you ask us, “How are you?“ That you don’t want us to get down to the nitty-gritty. The answer you want is the one we give, “I’m fine.”
Let’s face it that’s the easiest answer to give. I’ve literally watched peoples eyes glaze over when I do tell them how I REALLY feel. When that happens I usually just stop talking and ask them how they are. Trust me, they love to talk about how they are. And that’s OK. It’s human nature.
I was cruising the Internet and this picture popped up. It’s not meant to be sad it’s not meant to scare anyone. But I’m not going to spend another six years and three months in my bed. Without help, proper help, I’m never going to get out of this prison have a bed￼. My ankles suffer from dropfoot and contractures. My knees haven’t been able to straighten in about three years. And my hips I can’t even get in my Hoyer lift because of the pain. This has been going on for a very long time now and nothing has changed. I really thought my time in rehab in 2018 was going to save me. I fought so hard I did so well, then nothing. How do people that are bedridden see their doctors? I know they can call non-emergent transport, then try to coordinate that with their doctors appointments but first they have to make the calls to make sure it will be approved. Really? Making something hard even harder.
I wish I could be the shiny happy person that people want me to be. But that’s not gonna happen. I’m angry. I’m pissed off. I get it life‘s not fair blah blah blah. You know the people that say that to me… People with no chronic illness. I guarantee they wouldn’t last one day trapped in their bed not able to even get up to go to the bathroom, be able to roll over in their bed, or sit up without help. They would break the first 20 minutes.
Tears! 😂😂😂 No, if you could read my mind you would be screaming at the top of your lungs for help. I am so angry and I know that anger doesn’t help. But when every year it just gets worse, sorry I can’t put on that smile every fucking day for you. I’m angry about people who I see complaining all the time about the tiniest little things. Yes I’m an asshole. I can’t sugarcoat shit every fucking day. I really just want it all to end. I really really want freedom. I’m so tired of being in prison for a crime I never committed.