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hummingwolf ([personal profile] hummingwolf) wrote2003-06-10 04:42 pm

Argh.

So after spending the last week and a half trying to get past the voice mail at the assigned primary care provider's office, I finally got to speak to a human being. Progress, right?

Well, no. As it turns out, the number the guy at the health plan gave me (after I pointed out that the first number I was given was long-distance) was the number of a pediatric clinic. While it's likely that I'll have regressed to the behavior of a colicky infant by the time of their next available appointment if this pain continues to worsen, they weren't willing to take me on as a patient.

So the woman at the pediatric clinic gave me the number of one of the PCP's clinics that does see adults and, of course, I haven't been able to get past the voice mail and talk to a real person yet.

I may end up having to go to the ER after all.

[identity profile] nalidoll.livejournal.com 2003-06-10 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
when doing the "new insurance" or even "no insurance" shuffle, i often use the ER as a springboard if i am in Need. it has it's upside. first, you can get help getting in faster, because they make a priority of "follow-up" visits. second, if you go to a hospital close enough and that you actually don't hate, and it is on the Provider list, you can go straight to a list of not-too-inconvenient-for-words doctors. saves some sorting and shuffling. they are more used to people in Serious Crisis and have people there whose job it is to make things clear and as easy as possible for the Utterly Overwhelmed. you just have to be a very squeaky wheel.

oh, yeah.. and they can help you Not Be In Pain while you finish their little hoop-jumping dance.
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[identity profile] hummingwolf.livejournal.com 2003-06-10 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Am in slightly less pain now than when writing the post, but I'm definitely keeping the ER option... not in the back of my mind, sort of in the middle of my mind.