Keeping to my plan to work on getting my heath issues dealt with, I am now facing the supreme idiocy that is communicating with my local hospital.
Before I go through with the testing that my doctors want to order, a sleep study and a colonoscopy (worry not, I shall be SURE to make a fun-filled post about that joy), I wanted to make sure to be responsible by procuring patient assistance BEFORE I run up any bills. This is a boring and tedious process of listing all money I have touched in the past year, having notarized statements made of every cent of help anyone has bestowed upon me, and proving that I am not lying by providing documentation of everything. Part of that is proving that I am not eligible for medicaid, which should be as simple as looking at the fucking eligibility requirements for medicaid and seeing that I DON'T MEET THEM! Oh, too hard, well, they could look in their damned files because they approved me for patient assistance back in June when I had my MRI done, and see that I wasn't eligible for medicaid in September when I was last eligible for their patient assistance program, and match that with the pregnancy test I took yesterday that proves, yup, still no kid, and TADA, APPROVE ME, YOU ASSHOLES!
But no, I have to apply for medicaid so I can be turned down (however long that takes) and then I need to turn in documentation that I was turned down, and THEN I have to wait for them to make up their minds as to whether, being poorer than I was last time they approved me, I am eligible to be seen in their stupid jerk hospital. Last time it took a year and a half to be approved...
It kinda feels like they would like me to die so they don't have to pay for me to have tests to make sure I don't die. At the very least, it feels like they are supreme giant dum dum heads.
In other news, I am workin' towards working on a secret project, so hopefully we will have something non-sucky to look forward to!