The whole insurance debacle kept on going and going. It caused so much stress that it caused me to stop eating again, vomit, get reflux, and having horrid sleep. Worst of all, it brought back the severe anxiety why it causes organ pain. Like circa 2013.
It’s still hard for me to talk about this because I literally relive it thinking about it.
So what you can know for now is the insurance company decided to retract my coverage for only my anorexia therapy appointments after paying for some and tried to charge me upwards of $10k in bills. And I had to fight it all on my own. Because I’m a motherfucking bitch and a patient advocate. My doctor used the wrong billing code and someone entered me as an out of network user which if you knew the situation you would know it’s absolute bullshit.
So 3 months no anorexia treatment. Cut short because my doctor wasn’t getting paid. And she didn’t even file a claim like she said.
So I emailed her telling her it was all cleared when can I return to my usual scheduled appointments. She’ll get back to me.
No one takes me fucking seriously. I was literally left for dead. Even my therapist seems to not give a fuck. Can’t change cause she’s the only one on the plan.
Sooooo whyyyy am I fighting this? Why am I struggling to stay alive? To beat anorexia? No one else seems to care.
It’s tiring being the only one. I used to fight for my own privacy. It’s not worth it anymore.
This world is a toxic place.
The US is a joke politically. California is a pretentious state. People don’t care about each other anymore. I’m always my own fighter.
But yet I have to be thankful for this bs insurance because it could be worse…? Wait could it? Not sure right now because my health suffers way too much due to insurance alone.