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Ever just felt like whatever can go wrong, will? Medical bills are stacking up. We have insurance, but even so, there is more than we can pay. And I still need to go and get yet another MRI done so they can figure out just wtf the wrong with me. My husband was just diagnosed with FM. HE had to have a number of expensive tests done too. Only for them to tell him that there is nothing he can do, and that he should quit his job. If he does that, just where is all this money they want going to come from? I am so frustrated. I halfway just want to give up on my own medical needs, because hey, they are just going to either tell me nothing is wrong, or that there is nothing they can do anyway right? There's still Serenity's bills from when she was born too.
Yes, I am sure you are all confused, because I have refused to talk about this before. I didn't want my journal to be all emo and stuff, and it was getting there. But damnit, I need to vent, so please, skip if you like.
Since the baby was born, via c-section of course, I've had a huge amount of problems. Problems I didn't have with the first two c-sections. Vast areas of numbness are just the start. When I woke up from surgery, I seriously thought they had sliced open the inside of my leg for some reason. Of course they didn't, but this pain was non-existent before the surgery. And continues. If I move wrong, it's like the whole area cramps up; it's seriously scream worthy pain. I am also having abdominal pain, which increases to a point that during my period, it's worse than labor, and constant, not off and on cramping. I am completely useless for two weeks due the pain, and at this point only vicodin is working. So I tell my doctor this, and he gets all defensive. Orders a battery of tests to 'prove it wasn't his fault'. I get an MRI of my leg, and a CT with contrast of my stomach. They come back tell me there is nothing at all wrong with my stomach. Nothing. But that they found 'something' in each of my legs, and I need to have yet another MRI, with some special sort of dye. And these MRIs? we have to pay around 400 bucks before they will even do it. This is on top of the over two grand (and this is me praying it's only two grand, how sad is that?) we already owe to various people who looked at a test result or glanced at me for five seconds.
You know how people always say that money doesn't buy happiness? Right now, I'd be fucking overjoyed if I won the lottery. Nothing would make me happier.
So now I have this: Either go and get this new MRI done, or give up entirely. And of course, I am going to get it done, and they are going to be like "Oh, the first result was just a shadow, your fine!" and nothing is going to get done anyhow.
Anyone have any tips on how to sell stuff on ebay and the like? I've tried before, and it's never worked, and frankly, at this point, the ebay fee isn't worth it if it doesn't sell. Of course, all I have is crap anyhow, and who would want to buy that?
Sorry for the rant. I am just so frustrated with the way the medical system is jerking me around. At this point it's almost impossible to keep track of even the little bills that we are getting, the 25 bucks here and there from some dude that pushed a button on a test machine. People are calling every day to get their piece, and there is nothing I can do about it. I don't control our finances, but I am damn sure about to start doing so.
For some reason they are sending me to a neurologist. I want to cancel that appt. as well. Why in the hell do I need to see a neurologist for leg/stomach pain?
I am just....ARGGH
*deep breath*
Anyhow, the kids are good, Serenity is doing very well. Everything is fine, and all will be well.
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