FMyLife #8

-- Last and (hopefully) final episode of a loooong headbanging story: Validating my third stay in rehab!

By the way, when I talk about rehab, I mean physiotherapy! I clarify it here because it put me into funny situations. Like that time when the organizer of the World Freestyle Skating Championships confessed to me that she had been quite shocked to learn about my rehab adventures: she had understood alcohol and drugs. FYI I judged 90% of the competition...

In my last FMyLife post about it, I recounted the episode of the phone call to my insurance when they innocently asked me if I wanted an official paper vouching for the tacit agreement of their medical control.

I was naive enough to assume that my days of fighting were finally over.

Chapter #1: The Downward Spiral.

Last week, the medical control called me again and told me that:

"Hi... err... I was calling to tell you that the operator who anounced you that your file was validated... well, she misinterpreted the data on her computer. It is just said that the medical control saw your request. Not that they agreed to it. But here's their number, so call them maybe."

Alright. Here we go again.

FMyLife #6: Glad I Called

-- Phone call, me calling.

Me: "Hi, I'm calling to find out if you have any news about the agreement for the bearing of the medical cost of my 3-week rehab stay, for which I gave you my surgeon's prescription on September, 5th..."

Health Insurance Operator: "Let me check... Mmh yes, our doctor gave his tacit agreement on the 22nd. Why, do you want a written document vouching for the agreement?"

DUUUUH... Glad I called! FML.

FLASHBACK Had been harrassing surgeon since mid-July to get prescription which finally received on Sept., 5th. Immediately rushed to health insurance agency to leave it. Seeing no news coming, harrased insurance for 10 days before they announced me they had passed prescription on to official doctor on Sept., 22nd. Kept on harrassing insurance... got doctor's number fifteen days later. Did not call because could do more harm than good. Decided to stop stressing over all that. Called out of curiosity today. Hopefully.
 

Think Positive: Shoud receive letter *soon* and will be able to contact rehab center to get my dates at last!

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FMyLife #5

Surgeon: Unreachable since mid-July despite my chasing up by phone and mail.

Doctor: Stuck with a cast for two weeks and unavailable before the end of September.

These are the two only persons on Earth who can deliver me a prescription for my final three-week physiotherapy stay, which ideally should have taken place... right NOW.

If ever I manage to get the two-line letter with a signature (even a mail would work!) then I will be able to go to my health insurance fund and make my file examined (for the 3rd time -- yep, 3rd stay) by the official doctor who will consequently give the green light to the insurance to agree and bear the medical costs of my 7.000€ 3-week stay (hopefully) but not the cost of the transportation (for which I should ask my surgeon or my doctor for another prescription and bring it to my insurance for a prior agreement, without which I would never get refunded afterwards). Then, eventually, I will call the Center back, send my file with the paperwork, and wait for them to contact me and give me the dates when they have vacancy. FML.

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