Lawyers, Doctors and Insurance Companies

These people love their forms!  Forms, forms and more forms.  Aren't we supposed to be worried about the earth or something?  Didn't anyone else watch that absurd ABC show Earth2100?  Shouldn't Obama go after all these tree-killing, time wasting, form makers before the earth becomes a desolate wasteland as Bob Woodruff said?  

I spent all day Sunday filling out forms for potential new specialists.  You know you're seeing a specialist when they fax you a 20-page form that you have to fill out before they'll even give you an appointment time.  I didn't know you could even ask 2 pages worth of questions about my bowel movements but ok.  I wanted to just write in large letters "they are fine thank you for asking" but I figured that would not get me into the temple of doom.  You get what you ask for - I'm always annoyed when I show up 30 minutes early to a new doctor appt and it's a one page questionnaire that just wants my name, address, and insurance info. 

The lawyers (that would be my employers), they love their forms too.  Forms about being on disability, etc.  All required to be filled out with particular dates.  Like I have any control over what date my doctor says I can return to work.  Hello, my doctors are clueless. I'm going to be lucky if I get any notes out of any of them since they all can't stand dealing with me.  And because of whatever arbitrary state policy we're living under, I have to get notes every two weeks.  I've had to call my neurologist 5 times to get them to fax me my one page record - what kind of luck am I going to have getting someone to certify every two weeks that I am disabled? I think it's safe to say not much.  Though I will certainly try.  I've got two phones and a lot of free time on my hands.    

And then there's the lovely insurance company forms.  Since almost everything is out of network, there's forms for that and of course they're the insurance company so they're slimey suckers to begin with so whenever I correspond with them I have to copy every single piece of paper.  More paper!  And then they send me bizarre letters back, I call them, they try to get me to answer unrelated questions, I refuse, and on it goes....  

If it weren't for all the bureaucracy that goes along with "getting better" maybe I could actually relax and get better.  Geez, I'm starting to sound like Michael Moore in his documentary Sicko. I better take a break.  

My next post will actually have some uplifting doctor news - a PNE specialist that's willing to see me soon - though this will involve a flight to California (change of scenery is always good though).  And no advance forms!