And no, I'm not referring to myself.
I speak of a doctor. Let's call him the Brain Man. He prescribed me pills to help for my chronic insomnia, and boy did it work. Sleeping is now an art I master, and I had been flunking that class since junior high. If you read my blog, you know the insane shitstorm I had to go through a little over a month ago to get those pills refilled because my diagnosis isn't a criteria for the pill.
Oh, you psychotropic drugs you.
Anyways, now I'm left in limbo AGAIN, even though his nurse sent in an appeal. To her surprise, it wasn't denied, but it is under review. The doctor doesn't treat "psychiatric disorders" so he won't/can't change my diagnosis so I can get the refills and be happy, sane Courtney.
My question ~~ WHY THE HELL DID YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING THAT YOU KNEW THE INSURANCE COMPANY WOULDN'T OK BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T USE IT CORRECTLY ON ME EVEN THOUGH IT WORKS
Now I have to probably go see another doctor, go through this frakking bullshit all over again, and I bet my file has been flagged and they'll see I'm trying to get the pills from another doctor under a different, though real, diagnosis and they'll think I'm some junkie.
I heard that snicker.
Anyways, I'm just extremely frustrated. True, I waited a bit too long to find out how my appeal was going, but the nurse said she didn't even hear back from the insurance company until Monday. She's staying on top of things, and I do appreciate it. She knows...give the slightly skewed girl her meds. Even if she is trying to diagnose me as bipolar.
This pill is only given for four things, and I've got two of those. But that's not what I went to see the Brain Man for. He was a sleep specialist, and I needed help. And no, I'm not going to list the four criteria, but I will tell you one of them is bipolar, and nope, that's not it.
Long story short...Courtney's gonna be off her meds in the next few days. Welcome to Thunderdome.
