You know how much I like the doctors I have had in the past.......not. And I have shared on Facebook but not here in the blogosphere that I have been in limbo about medical care for awhile.
Sweet Man decided in April that we could save some $400/month if we were to not partake of the health insurance at his employment and sign up for Medicare. He also decided to go ahead and take his Social Security and stay employed since he was 66. I'm thinkin' for the first time in ages that we will be able not only to make ends meet but pay off some things and put some money back.
So then I got the news from the Nurse Practitioner that I was seeing that their practice does not take Medicare of any kind. Oh great another change thinks I. The results of the tests that she had ordered showed I have a mass on one of my ovaries and so she ordered an MRI. Well when I showed up for the MRI, first they couldn't put me in the tube because of the torn rotator cuffs in both shoulders (I can't raise my arms up over my head any longer than just a couple of minutes). So I had to reschedule for a standing MRI. When I got to that appointment, I was told that the current insurance from Joe's employment didn't pay for "fancy" MRI's and I would have to pay $2700.00 up front. So needless to say I declined and thought well, I will just wait for the 1st of June when the Medicare begins. I mean it had to be less than $2700.00.
But I was in for a surprise. My Sweet Man has always been a great supporter of the family, loving husband and great Dad and Papa......but he isn't so good with filling out paperwork. He put the wrong dates on the Medicare application and we then began a 3 month song and dance with Social Security and Blue Cross/Blue Shield.
When we finally got it all squared away, we were assigned the same primary care physician. SM thought she was a little cold and very business like. I thinking "oh shit, not another none caring butthead who just won't get me". Well like the old saying goes, everyone is entitled to their opinion. I found the new doctor to be caring, intuitive and I'll agree she is to the point. I liked her as a person, immediately.
She saw my main problem as stress induced depression and indicated it as severe. Hmmmmm, wow. She prescribed Prozac. I swore I was never going to take anything like that again after my horrible experience coming off of Lexapro, but at that point I was crying all the time, not able to sleep, grouchier than usual and just ready to find the door with the exit sign. She saw that. She also prescribed a counselor for me and had me enroll in a senior stretching clinic where I can do easy exercises and be with my own kind.
She also addressed the growth on my ovary in a less nuclear bomb more shotgun approach by sending me to a OB/GYN, top one at the hospital. Got me an appointment in a rather quick manner by the middle of September. Dr. said that the Prozac wouldn't kick in for at least 10 days to 2 weeks, but I already feel the calm and the strangest thing has happened. My husband is funny again. I mean he really is. I am not so blinkin' upset all the time and he is at ease and I'm thrilled that we found each other again. I've missed us so much.
Now the other shoe......Joe was on vacation July 2 through July 20. He goes to work on Monday and then he came home on Tuesday in the middle of the day.......because the new owners of the company said they no longer needed his services. So there goes the paying off stuff and saving much of anything. But we got so much more to be happy about than money.
We are just so fortunate that the universe clued him in back in April that he needed to be getting his Social Security and that since he was let go, he also receives unemployment. Whew. His full time job has been to find work and that sometimes is crazy making but things are so, so, so much better around here.
What a difference a pill makes. It also does hurt anything to be pushed by the universe and just give in.
With all earnestness, Namaste