So, I think I have it all set up. I contacted the insurance company and got an approval for a home health care nurse to come to our house weekly to draw Bob's blood. Then yesterday, I get a call from the insurance company telling me that the doctor refuses to sign the necessary paperwork and Bob's home draws are, therefore, cancelled.
I'm thinking, what the f---? So I call the doctor's office and talk to the nurse who tells me this decision was made by The Big Guy, I mean, The Big Kahuna, the doctor who owns the clinic, the Big Cheese. It's this pompous ass, excuse my French, who declined to sign the order.
The reason for this is, The Big Cheese says, that Bob is "too mobile" and, um, "too healthy", and (get this) "able enough" to get himself to the clinic to have his blood drawn every week. And therefore, Bob isn't "allowed" to have home health care.
I am sorry, but I about went through the roof! Because who does this hifalutin, pretentious jerk-off of a doctor think he is? God? And just how the hell does he think Bob is "able enough" to get to a lab? Weekly, mind you. And doesn't he realize that the only way Bob gets anywhere is if I push him there in his wheelchair? And is this arrogant, egotistcal, self-important bunghole of a doctor going to come to my house in his red freaking Ferrari and pick up Bob and take him to the clinic for me? (And yes, I am using my thesaurus today.) And, mind you, the clinic this overblown dickhead of a doctor wants Bob to go to is his clinic, so he can line his already overfilled pockets with more cash.
And jeepers, everyday I get out of bed with an aching back and sore legs and I am tired. I tell you, I am bone weary and near exhaustion with what I already do and this pinhead of a doctor wants to add pushing Bob to a clinic for a weekly blood draw to my already overwhelming list of chores?
Bob's regular doctor is on vacation until next week. I tell you, I will have to get on the phone and get a hold of that guy and if he insists on backing up The Big Cheese, there will be carnage. Mark my words.
Because, I tell you, this little girl is pissed! What a way to start off the New Year.
(PS: Phew! That felt really good! Just to get that off my chest.)