I survived the weekend when I couldn’t attempt to make any difference in my current situation. Monday brings at least a little hope in that I might at least be able to talk to someone who can help me.
Well, it started with a little hope. I already made the call to follow up with the complaint I filed and found out it has been registered but not yet assigned to anyone. So, there goes that sliver of hope of anything happening any time soon.
I NEED to get the termination letter from them so that I can get new insurance. Apparently, the old insurance confirming coverage dates wasn’t enough, the new insurance now wants a letter stating why coverage was terminated. I requested this letter at 12:30pm on Friday, and I know the person involved won’t be in until at the very earliest 9am today. I also know that this will not be any where near their top priority list if they respond at all.
Waiting is hard enough. Waiting while feeling the decline sink further every moment is torture.
Once I get that letter, then it goes to the new insurance. I don’t know how long it takes from that point to them actually approving us for the insurance. Say we get the insurance, then we wait for everything to process. Once insurance is in place, then I have to have the clinic for my Spravato treatments start the approval process all over again. Once approved, I can finally schedule my next treatment.
There is no telling how long any of this will take or that there is even going to be a favorable outcome. This uncertainty makes the waiting that much more intense which fuels the thoughts running amuck.
And it’s all my fault.
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