On Hold

Wednesday I met with my doctor for what should be my final visit for my six months of doctor supervised diet. Have I lost weight? No. Well, she mentions to me that she'll get this visit to the person who types up transcriptions, and she'll get it back to me by next week. I ask if she can let me know as soon as its done, because I need as much time as possible to get insurance approval. So, what does my fab doc tell me? That she'll get it done within a half-hour with a cover letter and faxed to Alvarado. I get home, call Alvarado, tell them to expect the packet.

Thursday, Alvarado gets everything faxed to my insurance. Including everything that was sent the first time back in February. I'm psyched. But also feeling nervous about insurance. On Tuesday, a lady at my support group mentioned that it took her a year and a half of fighting insurance to get them to approve her surgery. Eeep. But, I think she also missed a couple doctor visits, and she has no co-morbidities. Makes me almost glad I was diagnosed with Diabetes Type II a few years back. Anyway... her mention of how long insurance took is making me nervous. But I get my reference number and all the information I need to call insurance and start bein' a squeaky wheel.

Today, I called insurance and was almost immediately put on hold. At first I was like, "Oh boy, here we go... how long am I gonna be on hold." Then the hold music starts singing to me. It sounds familiar. I listen a bit more. And I almost start laughing. It's Wilson Phillips "Hold On."

This is awesome for a number of reasons. I believe in little signs and reasons. So, the voice singing to me as I'm sitting on hold is Carnie Wilson. Wow. And my doctor was her doctor. Double Wow. The song is telling me that "Things will go your way, if you hold on for one more day." I'm taken off hold.

Tesha talks to me and informs me that they should have all my information into the system, and a decision made by Monday afternoon. UBER Wow. I really do only have to wait one more [business] day. I'm in a stunning mood.

But I'm still nervous. Kay. That's allowed. It's almost like I'm afraid to hope to hard that this will be approved. Because that means I'll actually be doing it. And it's hard to make changes. Even if they're gonna be good for me. I mean, what if I turn into a bitch when I lose weight? I think that's the complication I'm most worried about. As if its only my fat that has made me the nice, intelligent, talented person that I am. What if my self-confidence vanishes..? Heh. Silly thoughts, and I know it. I'm allowed to think them, nonetheless.