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[personal profile] gwyn
::glares at [personal profile] kore for getting Gap Band stuck in my head::

What a weird day today. It started by getting up earlier than I would like, especially since I couldn't sleep last night, to talk to the people who help me out with the ginormous garden that I can no longer manage by myself. Then I had to go off to an appointment with the genetic counseling specialists, who were going to do an intake evaluation before setting up an appointment with the doctor later. I thought it was just going to be me answering questions about my history (my repetitive answer: I don't know, because outside of questions about my sister, I have no idea what my family history is as I'm adopted) but it turned out to involve all this strange stuff.

First they asked me questions and the nurse doing the interview was…odd and not a very effective communicator, and then they told me I'd have to do another blood draw and I was very unhappy about that, because one of the reasons I'd gone in for a blood draw after the CT scan was so they'd be able to run all these tests. It's nearly impossible to get a vein on me and I just finally got rid of the awful bruises from the last one and the CT scan and I'm really sick of them, and she didn't seem to understand it well but there was an alternative that involved spitting a lot, or at least she seemed to think so. We agreed to that (like, I had to tell her three times that yes, I would prefer that test), and then they make you watch this little video from the genetic testing company, and then call the number on the phone there where you'll talk to yet another person about the same sorts of questions.

I was supposed to meet up with someone afterward, and when I finished watching the video I had to send them email saying I wouldn't be there at the appointed time--which, ha ha, turned out to be unnecessary because the little video tablet was an hour off; I'd seen 3:08 and wondered how the hell it had been over an hour when it turned out it had only been about 40 minutes. It's…annoying to have to keep explaining my situation over and over, and then listen to the obligatory sympathy. It's not that I don't appreciate their kind wishes and their condolences about my sister, I do, I really do. It's just that, I don't know, I thought all this paperwork was going through and instead they were asking me why I was there/calling, as though this was satisfying curiosity on my part or something. I had to keep explaining that the surgeon wanted to see if I had genetic markers for ovarian cancer so we could determine what, if anything, should be done while I'm in surgery for the tumor removal.

Anyway, after a lot of fumbling and confusion, they brought me this little kit, and I had to spit into this funnel to a certain line, and then mix it with some kind of liquid. It…is really, really hard to generate that much spit in a short amount of time. So, lesson for using it as lube in slash stories--unless your human is super drooly, they're probably not going to be able to do that (and spit is terrible lube anyway).

She didn't seem to know what she was doing, and so I'm not confident about this, but it goes off to their lab and then supposedly they call me and we move forward. I kept asking about insurance, and no one would really talk to me about it--they said that once they call me, I can decide to go forward or not, but if insurance won't cover this, I know it's very expensive and it's not something I can really think about, considering the costs I'll incur from major surgery. But it was frustrating, because no one was committing to what had to be done re: insurance, and how I find out whether this is covered or not. Since my insurance company is weaseling out of the ACA exchange next year, I have this terrible feeling they'll be a lot less willing to approve things for those of us who get our insurance that way, because they're evil sons of bitches and should all die in a fire.

So I finally got out of there with very dry mouth, and traffic both ways had been kinda hellacious so my back was really screaming a lot, but I couldn't meet up with my friends, and just went home. I'm trying to get rid of stuff lately, purging a lot of things, and I had this very expensive thing up on Craigslist for a good price, and this woman kept jerking me around about coming to see it, but finally she showed up at 8 and then proceeded to push me into a corner on the price and I felt just tired and bad enough that I went, fine, whatever. I took an instant dislike of her, and she wanted to know about this nearby restaurant but I was thinking, ugh, go away, take the damn thing and stop talking to me about how cute my neighborhood is and how you want to move to West Seattle and what a hard day you're having.

All I could think was "bitch, I have cancer" and that made me want to laugh. So that's my new mantra, and I'm combining it with something a friend told me to do, which is start making a list of, like, all the dog breeds you can name in your head when people are talking about things you don't want to hear, which they are doing A LOT of lately. I'd forgotten, since it's been a while, how much everyone loves to tell you what to think/feel/do when you get sick.

Date: 2017-07-14 07:55 am (UTC)
lilysea: Serious (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilysea
I'd forgotten, since it's been a while, how much everyone loves to tell you what to think/feel/do when you get sick.

Oh, ye fishes and little gods, yes! :(

I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome + Fibromyalgia + chronic pain + Psoriasis + Dermatitis + I'm fat, boy ever do I get ALL the unwanted and inaccurate advice from strangers, taxi drivers etc. :( :( :(

I'm sorry the nurse doing the interview was so rubbish,

and I'm sorry they couldn't give you a straight answer re insurance,

and I'm sorry you weren't able to spend time with your friends,

and I'm sorry the woman buying something was pushy and rude re price.

and I'm sorry you have cancer, that sucks. :(

Date: 2017-07-14 10:17 am (UTC)
kore: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kore
::glares at [personal profile] kore for getting Gap Band stuck in my head::

//cackles

It's just that, I don't know, I thought all this paperwork was going through and instead they were asking me why I was there/calling, as though this was satisfying curiosity on my part or something. I had to keep explaining that the surgeon wanted to see if I had genetic markers for ovarian cancer so we could determine what, if anything, should be done while I'm in surgery for the tumor removal.

Oh Jesus fuck, I hate that. I mean I know doctors see a lot of patients and the system's overburdened and they all hate the paperwork, blah blah, but at the same time I'm just like YOU'RE THE MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS. WHY ELSE WOULD I BE HERE. I mean, it's not like the hospital is fucking Disneyland. "I'm in ICU? I thought this was the Magic Kingdom!"

It…is really, really hard to generate that much spit in a short amount of time. So, lesson for using it as lube in slash stories--unless your human is super drooly, they're probably not going to be able to do that (and spit is terrible lube anyway).

LIVE AND LEARN (I can never generate all that much spit anyway, I think it has to do with taking an SSRI)

no one was committing to what had to be done re: insurance, and how I find out whether this is covered or not. Since my insurance company is weaseling out of the ACA exchange next year, I have this terrible feeling they'll be a lot less willing to approve things for those of us who get our insurance that way, because they're evil sons of bitches and should all die in a fire.

Oh God, that sucks so much. On top of being actually ill, you have to worry about what's covered and how much it will all cost and what they'll be willing to do! I am so sorry. At least the "kill Obamacare" bill looks like it's going down to defeat.

All I could think was "bitch, I have cancer" and that made me want to laugh. So that's my new mantra

HA, THAT'S GREAT
(I mean it's also terrible that you HAVE cancer, but that's the perfect response)

I'm so sorry about this happening. I hope you're at least feeling OK (or at the very least that your back is better).

Date: 2017-07-14 11:52 am (UTC)
kass: white cat; "kass" (Default)
From: [personal profile] kass
I hug you up from afar.

Date: 2017-07-14 02:03 pm (UTC)
musesfool: eucalyptus by stephen meyers (how the light gets in)
From: [personal profile] musesfool
*hugs gently*

Date: 2017-07-14 04:23 pm (UTC)
dine: (so many things wrong - odditycollector)
From: [personal profile] dine
sorry the whole experience sucked so hard - but your new mantra is spot-on, and made me laugh because I could hear you say it

I love the 'dog breed list' thing - I'm going to try to remember that, though at least currently I'm not getting as much unsolicited health advice as last summer, which is lovely

Date: 2017-07-14 04:48 pm (UTC)
catwalksalone: (calvin and hobbes)
From: [personal profile] catwalksalone
Ugh, people. Feel exactly what you want to feel and fuck the lot of 'em.

*a billion hugs*

Date: 2017-07-14 08:47 pm (UTC)
grammarwoman: (Default)
From: [personal profile] grammarwoman
So many *hugs*. Fuck all that red tape and nonsense.

Date: 2017-07-15 01:14 am (UTC)
dariaw: (Default)
From: [personal profile] dariaw
Ugh, I'm sorry your day was so weird and involved shitty things. *hugs*

I did get a chuckle out of your spit as lube wisdom for fanfic though.

I'm sending positive thoughts your way on all of this *more hugs(

Date: 2017-07-15 01:54 am (UTC)
mackiemesser: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mackiemesser
The worst thing about people...is that they are people, and you have to deal with them.

Date: 2017-07-17 07:03 am (UTC)
minim_calibre: (Default)
From: [personal profile] minim_calibre
I *want* to say Mom's testing was $300 or so? I can ask.

(I did that spit in a tube thing for something entirely recreational to do with DNA. IT IS SO HARD TO MAKE THAT MUCH SPIT HAPPEN.)

Date: 2017-07-22 08:00 pm (UTC)
nwhepcat: tattoo on inner forearm of Harriet the Spy illustration (Default)
From: [personal profile] nwhepcat
I did that spitting thing for a DNA test recently, though it was recreational. I sent it off to 23andMe, which tells you ancestry and some medical genetic stuff. I don't believe that was one of the things looked for, though. I hope yours doesn't turn out too costly.

A lot of hospitals have patient advocates/omsbudsmen, so you might find some help navigating all that shit by contacting the hospital where they are going to do this.

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