The Plague Strikes Hard

February 4, 2018 – Sunday

I’m a day behind right now, but I nearly didn’t post this one. In the end, it’s easier to vlog than blog when your eyes are throbbing. I’m working on getting myself back on plan 100%, but I’m struggling with how to make that happen. I’m just not sure what it’s supposed to look like. I’ll probably be doing a lot of planning behind the scenes and I’ll share when I have something worthwhile. In the meantime, if anyone has any wisdom, I’m willing!

The Flu, Fluids & a Mid-Week Crisis

December 12, 2012 – Wednesday

More discouraging news from the home-front; my PCP’s office, as of 09:30 today, still had not faxed in the release forms to my old doctors’ office. I am hoping that they did it after I did my customary follow-up call, as I dropped them off on Monday and while I do not expect silver platter service, I do feel that since it was their oversight initially, the smallest bone they could attempt to throw me would be to not waste anymore of my precious appeal time.

Oh yeah, that. So officially, I’ve been denied. Aetna was not given the two consecutive years of weights proving my chronic obesity, therefore they (nearly immediately) denied me. Though, I was told two weeks in a row when I called to follow up, that all the ducks were in a row and everything looked fine. My frustration here is with my surgeon’s office/coordinator. Why was this application even sent in without a double-check of all the necessary and required pieces of information? This mistake is careless and costly of time, energy, resources and trust. At this point, I’m not even sure how long we have to appeal. That window may in fact already be closed. I am extremely annoyed with this exceedingly unprofessional, if tiny, mistake. I would rather have waited to submit a complete application, than to risk a complete loss of opportunity due to rushing.

*LeSigh*

Today is my mom’s birthday. She would’ve been 53. She passed when I was 13, at age 32 of a massive heart attack caused by viral cardiomyopathy. She was a “big girl”, but her weight was caused by (and exacerbated by) her condition, which she hid from the entire family. I had been hoping that today would be my “new birth” day. As I had also thought 12/6/12 and 11/15/12 and 10/8/12 before it might be as well. But each date has come and gone, and I am not sleeved, and in fact may just be even farther away than I was 3 months ago.

Maybe it’s the flu talking, or maybe I’m just being negative, but this doesn’t feel real anymore. It feels like another one of “Katie’s Crazy Plans” that never comes to fruition. I am sad, but not beaten. I am off my pre-op liquid diet due to being so ill over the weekend, but I am still in the “diet” frame of mind. I am bloated from prescriptions, fever, juices and sedentary days, but I am positive it will be gone again by this time next week. Don’t count this old dog out just yet… Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m going to greet Del Sol with a devilish grin. Catch me, if you can….