Desperately reaching for air

I am rather psychotically trying to keep good spirits about this whole bastard process, but it's not working. The State of New Hampshire is actively interested, and say that over 50% of these decisions get overturned in external appeal, but they won't actually go to that stage before the internal review at Cigna takes place. The internal review could take 15 days for a phase 1 review, 30 more days for a phase 2. Either way, we're not going to be done reviewing by the nineteenth, which is when Dartmouth Hitchcock needs to know if they can reassign the surgical slot.

So, unless Cigna does an unexpected about-face, I've lost my slot.

After the storm of the last two days, I went out today and discovered the plow had packed my car in tightly. I tracked down a shovel (mine having been in a barn that was torn down earlier this year) and finally dug the car out. This nearly killed me. I'm not in shape for it. I wanted to throw up, lie down and die. My knee is throbbing like an ice pick had gone into it. and, to look at the job I did, it's like I didn't even start.

I got into my car, and the battery was dead. No lights were on, which means the battery's dying.

I can't dig out my car without dying, but they're questioning the medical necessity of the surgery.

I am trying to keep good spirits about this all, but right this moment it isn't working. Right this moment I am pissed as Hell. I am angry. And I am maudlin. I want to die.

Fortunately, thanks to Cigna, I'm on track to get my wish.

Well.

So I called the Insurance Office for the State -- specifically the person we were told by our 'in' to contact, because our 'in' had already had a conversation with her and I should follow up with the right type of plans.

Said person had never heard of me.

So much for the cavalry.