Thanks to Medicare, I was forced to find a new pulmonologist so that I could get requalified for my oxygen use at night. My neuro. can't sign anymore, I have to go SEE a doctor, and get a written request for an overnight pulse oximetry test, so I can show them my oxygen dips down dangerously low at night ergo I need oxygen.
It's so lovely when I have to do these idiotic tests. Like I'm just going to be better one day and not need it. Jerks. MG is a CHRONIC illness people. CHRONIC. As in always. As in not getting better.
So I have to go a night without oxygen, wear this stupid pulse ox all night, wake up with a migraine, kill a few brain cells, all because Medicare wants to make sure they aren't paying for something that I could squeak by without.
Then my PHARMACY (the 3 month mail in one) held my birth control pills hostage because the INSURANCE company called them to tell them my CellCept interacted with the pill and MAY cause it to be less effective. So I had to get clearance from my NEUROLOGIST for the pharmacy so I could get my damn birth control pills. Heaven forbid I get pregnant again, we all know how much that cost last time! I had to call my GP three times to find the right person who understood the situation, and get them to call in one month of B.C. locally, and RE-issue the Rx to the mail in place.
It's ridiculous. Like I have nothing better on which to spend what little energy I have!
Anyway, at least I like the pulmonologist. He's really cool. Very nice, knowledgable, and best of all, he listens to ME.
To top it all off, I feel like crap. I've been fighting something for 2 weeks and I appear to be losing.