I returned the call from Corbyon and there is a mix up with the scheduling of the pre-op. Also I will need to pay the deductable of 892.86 before pre-op. The person I was talking to, Pam, was off this week. So I will follow through with her on Monday, up coming. Keeping one person as your link to a problem has always helped me in the past.
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Showing posts with label Corbyon. Show all posts
Friday, February 8, 2008
A call in the night
Got home last night to find the doctor's number on the voice mail. Dr. Corbyon. And a call from Cheryl. I have everything set up, but there might be a hitch some where. So today I will call.
Taking more of the medications has helped immensely but I know it will be at a cost later on. At least the thoughts of bloody knives and car accidents have stopped. Migraines are still here daily. I have stopped crying on a daily basis.
I listened to the support call on this past Tuesday. I have gained some hope.
Another thing that helps me is that I tell myself stories that I make up on the spot. I do this on the ride home from work. Stories of adventure, sci-fi, fantasy. Some are stories that mirror what is going on in my life. Some are pure fantasy. It diverts the mind, enhances the creative mind and in so doing releases serotonin. By the time I get home, I feel great. This is while I am on four meds. I can imagine what it would like without the meds. No thoughts other than horror scenes and terror screams.
I think the provigil is doing a stress number on my heart. I seem to have a little pain that I can not explain right over that area since I upped the dosage.
My upper back is in stress, all knotted up. I know that the meds help control the level of stress that I feel in the body and they control the fibermyalgia that I have because of the depression, but why, on a higher dose are the knots in the back not controlled?
I still have food cravings as well. Junk food rules, starchy, salty, anything goes.
At least I am not at the chocolate stage. When nothing helps but chocolate, God help me. Chocolate triggers, I believe, serotonin, or one of the amino acids that makes up what I need in the brain. but by the time that strikes me I am pretty low.
Taking more of the medications has helped immensely but I know it will be at a cost later on. At least the thoughts of bloody knives and car accidents have stopped. Migraines are still here daily. I have stopped crying on a daily basis.
I listened to the support call on this past Tuesday. I have gained some hope.
Another thing that helps me is that I tell myself stories that I make up on the spot. I do this on the ride home from work. Stories of adventure, sci-fi, fantasy. Some are stories that mirror what is going on in my life. Some are pure fantasy. It diverts the mind, enhances the creative mind and in so doing releases serotonin. By the time I get home, I feel great. This is while I am on four meds. I can imagine what it would like without the meds. No thoughts other than horror scenes and terror screams.
I think the provigil is doing a stress number on my heart. I seem to have a little pain that I can not explain right over that area since I upped the dosage.
My upper back is in stress, all knotted up. I know that the meds help control the level of stress that I feel in the body and they control the fibermyalgia that I have because of the depression, but why, on a higher dose are the knots in the back not controlled?
I still have food cravings as well. Junk food rules, starchy, salty, anything goes.
At least I am not at the chocolate stage. When nothing helps but chocolate, God help me. Chocolate triggers, I believe, serotonin, or one of the amino acids that makes up what I need in the brain. but by the time that strikes me I am pretty low.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
The call from Jennifer Bette
We finally made contact with each other.It has been fully one month since I made contact with the hospital to ask the question of how much. She said that the surgery would be 5000, but she had a few more costs to nail down. This is a way for her not to be pinned down to the figure of 5000.
Maybe I'm wrong. But for it to take this long to get a price, and that price not really complete, well, can we say that she knows I have to go through her hospital to get it through insurance so she has me hooked anyway. Boy what great customer service.
I called Dr. Corbyon's office to schedule the next appointment. This means a road trip on Feb. 14th for another consult and then the surgery on the 26th of that same month.
The cocktail of drugs that I am on just barely keeps me going. Wanting to cry sometimes, for no reason, seeing in my thoughts a paring knife slitting my arm and blood, are just some of the thoughts. I also dwell on family members dying. And what if senarios that drive me nuts. I back off and mentally know that I can't live like that. What happens, happens. It's the blood and crying, and the wanting to run away from it all that gets me.
I know I have it good. On the outside. Good family, and work, and friends. On the inside I go through the blood, the desparate scenes of devastation, and the loss of hope for any change. The lag time for a return call and information on the price is just typical of how the drugs treat me. They lag and come up short when under stress. So I have to try to eliminate as much stress as possible. This is hard, because everything is a stressor of some sort.
Maybe I'm wrong. But for it to take this long to get a price, and that price not really complete, well, can we say that she knows I have to go through her hospital to get it through insurance so she has me hooked anyway. Boy what great customer service.
I called Dr. Corbyon's office to schedule the next appointment. This means a road trip on Feb. 14th for another consult and then the surgery on the 26th of that same month.
The cocktail of drugs that I am on just barely keeps me going. Wanting to cry sometimes, for no reason, seeing in my thoughts a paring knife slitting my arm and blood, are just some of the thoughts. I also dwell on family members dying. And what if senarios that drive me nuts. I back off and mentally know that I can't live like that. What happens, happens. It's the blood and crying, and the wanting to run away from it all that gets me.
I know I have it good. On the outside. Good family, and work, and friends. On the inside I go through the blood, the desparate scenes of devastation, and the loss of hope for any change. The lag time for a return call and information on the price is just typical of how the drugs treat me. They lag and come up short when under stress. So I have to try to eliminate as much stress as possible. This is hard, because everything is a stressor of some sort.
Friday, December 14, 2007
After the first Road Trip
The meds that Dr. Fig ran out of did not cost the amount that I thought they would. Apparently Aetna now covers the Provigil. It cost me 60 dollars, not almost 400 as it was the last time I bought it.
The doctor visit to Deland to Corbyon's office took 3 hours. All but 15 min was waiting for him to come and talk to me.
He gave me a thumbs up for the procedure, but wants me to talk to the hospital and find out the cost, for my peace of mind. I called the finance office and they gave me a phone number for the estimate line. It is a voice mail setup that one can record the code attached to the procedure(s) and get an answer sometime in the future. I will wait two business days and then call back. I think that the hospital is giving me the run around about the cost, for they are hesitant to talk about it. First they give me number to the finance office and the person there would not quote me any prices, and gave me an estimate line.
The doctor gave me more hope that the device would work, for 70% of his patients that had this have felt some relief from the depression. That is better than the Cyberonic figure of about 50%.
The doctor said that perhaps if the hospital knew that I would be paying 30% of the cost that maybe the they would cut some of the cost.
The doctor visit to Deland to Corbyon's office took 3 hours. All but 15 min was waiting for him to come and talk to me.
He gave me a thumbs up for the procedure, but wants me to talk to the hospital and find out the cost, for my peace of mind. I called the finance office and they gave me a phone number for the estimate line. It is a voice mail setup that one can record the code attached to the procedure(s) and get an answer sometime in the future. I will wait two business days and then call back. I think that the hospital is giving me the run around about the cost, for they are hesitant to talk about it. First they give me number to the finance office and the person there would not quote me any prices, and gave me an estimate line.
The doctor gave me more hope that the device would work, for 70% of his patients that had this have felt some relief from the depression. That is better than the Cyberonic figure of about 50%.
The doctor said that perhaps if the hospital knew that I would be paying 30% of the cost that maybe the they would cut some of the cost.
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