This phase was so frustrating it was laughable. The lack of organization and communication between the doctors, hospital staff, and insurance is a reminder that I live in a third world country. I’m very thankful to my wife. She managed to push all of the right buttons and wrangle all of these big egos together.
Quick overview of the ball dropping that went on.
- Insurance said they would have an answer by the 26th
- Scheduled surgery for Monday the 26th (gambling that the insurance was gong to approve it)
- Never met my surgeon
- Was never asked to get any blood-work or see the anesthesiologist
- Forced a meeting with my doctor (which I had never met)
- Said he doesn’t operate on Mondays, rescheduled for Sat the 24th
- Asked the doctor what I needed, he confirmed that I needed to speak with the anesthesiologist
- Had to push the insurance to approve for Sat the 24th
The medical service seems like a buffet. You have to know what you want. We ended up having to coordinate everything on our own.