If no one's in the forest can the trees here me screaming? What is the sound of one hand clapping? If you are asking yourself what these mean, what one has to do with the other, don't ask. I think the sentiment I'm trying to get across here is frustration.
Honestly, I don't want to bore you. I doubt you read the blog for a large infusion of deep philosophy. I don't have the answer to the meaning of life. Hell, I'm stumped on the second level of Draw Something. As for Words With Friends, as Donny Brasco would say, Fa-get-a-boutit. So, how about we just have some fun?
For a short and simple revisit to the "Insurance Game," things are still screwed up. I am guilty of dropping the ball. I'm a trained health professional. I know the system. I was aware of a potential problem but felt so "beaten and berated" by this new insurance adjuster I did nothing.
They (the insurance company) insisted I see a new doc, one who is on their list. I scheduled an appointment with a new doc on August 14th, yesterday. July 18th was the last appointment with my old doc. The old doc, actually he's not that old, maybe 40? He was at a conference so I was seen by a resident and my prescription was signed by a nurse practitioner.
NP's can sign Rx's. When I took the Rx to my pharmacy, when it was called in for approval, it was denied. Why, because it was signed by a non authorized person. This was the potential problem I recognized.
Before I left the doc's office in July I spoke with Jennifer, their pharmacy person. Me, "This signature by the NP, that is going to be a problem." Jennifer, "I'll call your adjuster and let her know about it." Me, "OK, thanks, please let me know if it's an issue."
I stopped at the Safeway Pharmacy as well. Me, "I have this prescription, the doc was out and it's signed by the NP. Is this going to be a problem?" Silvia (at the counter), "No, it shouldn't be, we get a lot of these." Guess what, IT'S A PROBLEM.
And yesterday I went to my first appointment with the new doc. One who is on "the list." One who happens to be in the same group with my old doc, who wasn't on the list. The person who called me and made the appointment, DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN, because no one knew why I was there at 10:15 yesterday morning, except me.
Yes, I anticipated a problem with the prescription from July. Yes, I anticipated an issue with the new doc, but I did nothing to follow up these thoughts.
See, this new doc, even though in the same building, even though in the same group, even though she has access to all my records, must take me in as if I was a new patient. We need to basically start all over again. This will give this insurance company more leverage, more control, and more reason and excuses to deny the medication I have been taking.
This insurance company wants to bury the new doc in paperwork. Yesterday she was very apologetic. Yesterday she assured me that we would "get all this straightened out on Thursday." I'm going on record right now, this is going to be a mess for the next four weeks.
Hey, I'm sorry. Once I started down that road I couldn't make a lane change and get off.
Like so many others, our television had been Olympicizied or is that Olympiced for the last two weeks. Wanda and I enjoyed the games, as we always do. The down side to lots of NBC watching was all the commercials. The upside to lots of NBC watching was all the commercials. While we saw lots of promotions for new NBC programming, we didn't see promo's for the cable networks.
"Breaking Amish".....The Learning Channel. Will five young Amish kids be seduced by the big city lights of New York? Or, will they return to their life of horse drawn transportation, outhouses, and growing alfalfa. This program is not to be confused with Rumspringa, the period of time an Amish adolescent decides weather or not to join the church. The young people on this program have some deep rooted feelings they need to explore, like, why was I adopted into this crap?
This show promises to be great entertainment. Watch as the participants smoke a big fat doobie, use a smart phone, surf the Internet and have consensual, and protected, sex for the very first time. Only TLC can bring this educational and entertaining feast for the eyes and ears into your living rooms.
Also from TLC, "High School Mom's." These young girls could have taken a page out of the "Breaking Amish" playbook. If you are going to have the sex, you should also have the condom. Watch as these high IQ mom's and future mom's balance going to school with raising a child. Can Susie change a diaper while solving an algebra equation? Will Bobby Sue breast feed? Can Mary Ann find a prom dress that isn't from Omar the Tent Maker? These questions and more will be answered on "High School Mom's."
"Hoarding: Buried Alive." Better than regular hoarding, this is "Hoarding: Buried Alive." These people do not have Life Line Monitors. When they have fallen and can't get up, it may be the last time they are seen or heard. See homes stuffed to the rafters with three year old mayonnaise and outdated cans of Spam. See the single man who sleeps in his backyard because his bedroom is filled with boxes of Tampax, "They were on sale, he says, I couldn't pass them up." Watch the homeowner turn blue and scream, "Hey, I was gonna make a hat out of that!" as helpers throw dead animal carcasses in the trash.
"Abby and Brittany" This new reality show takes us into the lives of conjoined twins, twenty two year old Abigail and Brittany Hensel. The girls share a body. I'm sure this can bring up very strong feelings. I only have this to say, from Wikipedia:
They have so far had no desire to make themselves available for any medical studies. They intend to make a rather limited number of media appearances in the future, primarily just to appease the world's curiosity and to reduce the number of people who might otherwise be taken aback by their unusual body configuration. They intensely dislike being stared at or photographed by strangers while going about their private lives.[5]
^ a b Hoffman, Kevin (2008-02-28). "Minnesota's Abby and Brittany Hensel, conjoined twins, make Newsweek - Minneapolis News - The Blotter" . Blogs.citypages.com. Retrieved 2011-12-23.
So, what changed since this article was written? I bet I know, M-O-N-E-Y.
When I was little we had four television channels to watch. I well remember my dad stretching out on the floor in front of the 14" television to watch boxing on Friday nights. I remember hearing the announcer say, "Brought to you by Gillette, The Friday Night Fights Are On The Air."
"On The Air".....our entertainment choices were wavelike signals floating on the air.
No longer do we use antennas on the roof to capture the signals. Now we use satellite out in space.
"On The Air."..... There is too much air space to fill.
Two expressions used to describe not too bright citizens of the world are "Space Cadet" and "Air Head." The world has too much air space to fill. With Twitter, Face book and all the Social Networks. With two hundred channels of 24/7 entertainment to fill, it's no surprise we are bombarded with questionable entertainment.
A sad commentary of social mores is, "When I see how bad you have it I feel better." What will future television programming reveal? Public execution, people fighting over food and water? Been there, done that. Remember Henry the Eighth or Marie Antoinette, equal opportunity monarchs.
What goes around comes around? Maybe the future will be "The Running Man" and "The Hunger Games?" I sure hope not. Maybe "Honey Boo Boo" isn't the worst thing out there. And you know, in the meantime, we have a remote control.
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