Friday, August 6, 2010

Cute as a button....dumb as a rock

I now know that having a raging case of vertigo is not for the faint of heart. It took a full two weeks to stop losing my balance and all that extra effort to focus on staying upright and walking straight gave me one whopper of a headache that I am just now getting rid of. So that made it 3 weeks of being totally unproductive. Oh well. I think God was trying to tell me to take a break or just wanted to give me a break from the nightmare supervisor. (said supervisor has been very nice to me lately)

The visit with the specialist went pretty well. I really like him, his nurses, the insurance lady etc. I really don't like the receptionist. She is stunningly pretty but stunningly inept.
Today I went in just to have some blood drawn. I talked with the receptionist on Wednesday to confirm what the earliest time was I could come in. So I'm thinking, when I get there I'll be able to have my blood drawn and be on the road to work in 15 minutes max. It took 15 freakin minutes for her to understand why I was there. She made me sign in, OK no big deal, I noted on there that I was just there to have blood drawn. 15 minutes later she called me back to the window and said "I don't find where you have an appointment today" I had to explain it to her again, reminded her that we had a conversation earlier in the week and again had to tell her I was just there for a blood draw.
Then she wanted me to tell her what tests I was supposed to have done. Hell I don't know. The Dr. said there were 4 he wanted to run it should be in the system.
Another 15 minute wait.
Finally they called me back and took the blood....50 minutes after I arrived. I may have to have a chat with the Dr about her.

The first visit we had she took my insurance card and info, paper work etc. I had talked to her to confirm she had received all of my paperwork. When I get there she only had half of it. Seriously? Fortunately I had everything with me. So I gave it to her to make a copy of, she was supposed to copy it and then give it back to me. I never saw it again. Then she said that will be $400. WHAT? Uh, no. I called and was told that this is diagnostic and that my insurance covers it. She told me, well maybe you should call your insurance company and see if they give you a different answer than they gave me. AGAIN....SERIOUSLY? Finally she just charged me the $40 she was supposed to charge me for a visit. By this time I'm stressed out, a little freaked out, Dave was acting weird which didn't help and so the waterworks started up.
I was ready to leave but I didn't want to have to go through the process of finding someone else so I just sucked it up. The Dr was great, answered all my questions I had made a list of and apologized for the front desk. He said this is stressful enough and we should have done a better job of checking with your insurance company, not make you have to do it. He said he would be having a talk with the staff which made me feel better. Dave even liked him and finally stopped acting so freakin weird.

I went back last week (different receptionist and I didn't have a single issue) and they did a hysteroscopy, everything looked fine. They did a biopsy and made sure I didn't have a septum or polyps which would interfere with a pregnancy. The biopsy did come back with a positive strep B which is fairly common but just to be on the safe side I'm on 10 days of antibiotics.
They are running chromosome tests on both Dave and I to rule out a balanced translocation. Pray that isn't the issue! And the other tests they are running are for clotting issues. Hopefully we will just need the Folgard and blood thinners to hit the baby jackpot. Yeah, that would be worth becoming a human pincusion

2 comments:

Kelly said...

I always wonder if at some point, it will be all worth being the human pincushion! UGH! And, why can't people be any nicer?? It's not YOUR fault.

BLAH! I hope that your results come back just fine.

Another Dreamer said...

Sorry for the inept receptionist and the craziness- that had to be so emotionally difficult. Good luck with all the tests (I've had all of them myself, fun-fun).