Medical Mayhem

Okay, Mayhem might be the wrong word to use. But it certainly was a medical piss-me-off and  crap-I'm-screwed kind of thing.

I have not been feeling well lately. It isn't anything new. I have asthma, so it seems every year about this time, and once about the end of February, I get sick. Nasal issues, mucus, sinus ick, etc. So here I am, struggling to breathe, going through Kleenex like crazy, sneezing, and feeling like I've been run over, then warmed over. I finally worked up enough nerve to tell the hubby "I think I might have to go to the doctor."

Now, this means that 1) self medication of my symptoms hasn't worked. I've tried over the counter things, popped pills, swigged syrups and done everything else I can think of  and it's not gotten better. If anything, I'm worse. And 2) I've finally hit that point I feel bad enough to admit defeat. I've gone on long enough feeling like crap that I'm ready to admit I can't fix it and someone has to give me stronger meds to kill whatever is messing with my mojo.

Now, I've been dreading telling him this because he has failed, for a while now, to get our medical insurance cards from his work. They never came in the mail, and every time I asked him to get them from work, he 'forgot' or 'didn't get around to it'. So yes, I'm dreading telling him I have to go see a doctor.

Apparently, rightly so.

He looked everything up online, and could only find his medical card to print. Not mine. So he called work. Apparently, at some point they dropped me from his medical plan. So, here I am, sick as a dog, and I'm not covered. Mind you, this is supposedly their muck-up. They apparently admit that. They, according to him,  know he got all the paperwork returned on time and can prove it. But they somehow dropped me, and since it's been 5 months, they can't undo it.

So we have to wait until the next enrollment period. Thankfully that's the start of October. I say thankfully, not because I look forward to being sick, and getting worse, until the first part of October when I can get in and have things taken care of. No, I say thankfully because at least it isn't January before they can fix this.

Now, I love my husband. I do. But I only have his word to go on when I say 'they admit' and 'they know'. He called them while I was out of the house running errands. For all I know he's covering his butt because he made the oops and doesn't want to tell me. In any case, whoever is at fault, I'm uninsured and sick. And I can say, that this totally sucks. Because remember, I've tried self-medicating, and it didn't work. I'd reached the point I admitted defeat. And now, I'm stuck with having to self medicate more until October. And that's provided he doesn't somehow forget to get me enrolled.

Now, he already said I could go to a doctor as long as the total bill doesn't go over a certain amount. I'm sitting here thinking 'sure, because doctors are cheap without insurance'. I'm really not comfortable trying to find a doctor I like who will see me without insurance, and then ask 'will this go over X dollars? I'm on a budget.' So guess who's sitting here thinking she's going to wait until October, and hoping she doesn't get so bad that I have to hit an ER. Because an ER will definitely go over his budget.

Though, if he did do this to me and was covering his butt, I suppose that would serve him right. Having to pay for an ER visit in the middle of the night because he failed to get paperwork in on time and I got dropped. Yeah, sounds about fair. But again, I cannot prove one way or the other. So I'm stuck here looking at the generic Dayquil and generic Musinex and thinking, yeah, this isn't going to get better.

Oh well. Whatever doesn't kill me, makes me stronger, right?