Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Now The Battle Begins

I got a letter in the mail today from my insurance.  They were letting me know my referal went though, but with modifications.  The referal for the surgeon.  It said, as we know, that I was to be seen at Balboa.  It was also dated the same day that I got a call from Balboa.
So, I called them.  I explained why that I couldn't be seen at Balboa, and was told there was nothing they could do for me.  It was my "choice" to be seen outside, and while I may not want to be seen there, I have to go back to Balboa to get them to drop me.  Thus far, Balboa has put in no further paperwork to drop me, or push the referral on, and I am pretty much stuck.
I don't have time to be stuck.

They seem to be missing something.  My life, and the life of my child, could potentially depend on this.  This isn't funny.  While my life may be a bit over an over exageration, it is possible, and my organs are certainly in peril.
I don't think they get that I don't have time to play games.

Nor shall I.

If they want me to take on the system, I can and will.  There is no choice.  There is no rolling over.  Something has to be done somewhere, and apparently, I'm going to get it done myself.