Sunday October 19, 2003:
Okay it's been a really emotional weekend. I was so looking forward to going to a haunted house out here, my first in ages. Then I get the mail. It's a letter from the state of NY's Insurance Law Depart, telling me that my eligiblity to file an appeal with them has been rejected because my insurance is from the state of California. I just flipped, I lost it. I left several messages for my lawyer to find out what the f*ck is going on. Still haven't heard from him, wait till tomorrow morning. After a very good and long frustrating cry I called the bastard at Cigna in CA who states he is sending me an apology letter for telling me I was able to file this appeal. I left him some message, I cursed him out, called him a gutless bastard, and wishing on him the fact that one day I hope he learns first hand what it is like to be in my position.
I know it probably wont get heard or have any effect, but I felt better doing it. As it stands, I need to find out what my options are. If my lawyer cannot file for me or we are at a standoff, I will file for welfare, and medicaid. I found another surgeon, who comes highly recommended, who does the prodecure I really want, the duodenal switch, and go with him. If I had it my way, I would have my gastric bypass done ASAP with Dr Vohra, but it looks like I'm going to be screwed once again, so if I have to start all over again I will start the way I really wanted to. I'm not giving up, no way in hell will I ever admit defeat, no matter how disheartened I become, no matter how many tears I cry. and once I've had the surgery, I am going to look into sueing my insurance company. I know there has to be a way somehow to make them pay for my pain and suffering. They have to be taught a lesson, so no one else has to go through this.
Well once I talk to Gary tomorrow I will let you guys know the update. I promise no matter what the outcome. |
