in a galaxy right here. Wow. Looking back it seems not much has changed. Only it has. I’m now legally disabled. We own our home free and clear. Christopher will be 5 in a few days. I did in fact say 5 years old. “Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there.”
My health hasn’t gotten any better since I last blogged. I had a tumor removed from my brain in August of 2011. I still haven’t seen a Rheumatoid specialist. None in my area will take Medicaid. Jon and I are still married. I’m still crazy, however, topamax seems to be helping me. My new therapist is very good as well. Tata for now. I’ll be back soon. I promise.
Dr Estepp (the clinic dr.) is going to call Dr. Samuels (the specialist) to see what labs need to be drawn next after the ANA. it’s a step in the right direction.
She also put me on Zoloft for my worsening depression.
I had to cancel my appt with the rheumatologist. They want no less than $150 down front. We don’t have it. I go tomorrow back to the clinic. We’ll see how that goes.
I had a very rough time today for a little while. Off the deep end if you will. It seems like everyday is harder than that last. I hope it gets better soon.
I talked to the office manager, I’m assuming that’s who she was, on Monday. She told me that she’d have to talk to the Dr. and the Billing Dept. and she’d get back with me. If I don’t hear anything from her by Friday I’m going to call back and ask again. If I don’t get any solid answers, I’m going to call a social worker at the hospital.
The last few days have been a blur. We’re slowly reclaiming our house from the chaos and negative energy. We’re literally working from the ground up.
There has been a setback with the progress of getting myself healthy. I got an appointment to see a rheumatoid specialist but they want $250 up front. TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS!!!! Yeah, we don’t have that and won’t have it for a couple of years. I call the office back on Monday to see if I can get in without the money. If not, then I’m calling a social worker at the hospital. There has to be a way for me to go to the doctor. I have something wrong with me and I have every intention of finding out what.
The hubster and I went out on a date last night to a local pizza joint. It was fun and man did we have some great sex afterwards. We’ll never listen to Justin Timberlake in the same way ever again. /ohyeah
As far as my ‘workouts’ I’ve been doing crazy amounts of house work and errand running. So I’m not really behind it’s just not been structured exercise.
And that’s it, in a nut shell.
We went to HR block yesterday so that we could find out what the cluster fuck is of our taxes. I’ll make a long story short. We’re getting screwed by the govt. Our HR block representative is an old family friend. So if we could file a normal return we would get back $4400 federal and $450 state. Our real life refund? $958 federal (possibly $300 more) $0 state. The HR Block fee $282 (which has to be paid up front) We obviously can’t afford that, so she’s going to see if she can get tax cuts to let us e-file the way we need to. If so, then we are going to spend $60 for a copy and she’s going to come to our home and file for us. If tax cuts won’t let us file the way we need to, then we’re going to file by hand and hope for the best. I’m beyond crushed, and I even had to walk out of the office today so that I didn’t blow my lid. I was crying when I came back. She felt so bad because there isn’t much more she can do for us. It’s so unfair that I gave birth to a child and can’t get the EIC that should be mine. Instead, his ex wife gets it. The refund I will get is actually the child tax credit NOT the EIC.
I called my doc office to check on my referral for a rheumatoid specialist and they hadn’t even started trying to get me one. I’m so damn scared that I’ve got some horrible disease and they don’t even care enough to put the damn paper on the outside of the chart. To make matters worse, KDMC, the local hosiptal that takes care of my medical bills, doesn’t have a rheumatoid specialist on staff. I have no idea what is going to happen to me. I’m scared outta my mind and angry that they didn’t care enough about me as a patient to set up my appt on time.