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Release the kraken

This week has made me so angry and rage-filled with regards to our insurance company.  Hell hath no fury like a woman whose cycle just started in need of medical attention and unable to get answers from the insurance company.  I'm supposed to go see the fertility specialist as soon as possible for hormone level testing (again).  I waited 35 days for this moment and now that it's here, I still don't have answers from the insurance company and I'm about ready to release the kraken. How hard is it to give me the flippin' approval code so I can move on with my process?!  We know we were approved.  The question was that our specialist had recently started her own practice and had a new address -- it felt like talking to an 8-year-old when I called the other day.  I just want to move on.  I'm sick of being in this place of limbo.  If there's nothing that can be done, we'd like to explore other options like adoption or foster care but we're not ready to start that research yet.  We want to focus our energies on making a tiny human that's biologically equipped to deal with sarcasm and genetically inclined to be awesome.  ;)

Any advice on dealing with the insurance company?  How do I light a fire under their ass?  I'm a little sick of hearing, "We're only taking messages at this time."

Call.  Me.  Back.

xoxo

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  1. ChristiAugust 17, 2013 at 10:57 PM

    Which insurance do you use? Each one is different, but I might be able to help.

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