The insurance coordinator called today to let me know that the referral was NOT in the system as of this morning. So I called the PCP’s office to make sure they got it and submitted it. They got my message, and planned to do it “sometime tomorrow.” Okay, I placed the call on Tuesday… you’re going to get it done on Thursday. THAT IS NOT 24 HOURS (like your message promises). I attempted to impress upon this (twit) that it is very very important that it be done immediately. She just kept saying, “Sure! Tomorrow!” OMFG I wanted to shake her. I think I got her to agree to do it tomorrow morning, after me attempting to explain the urgency of the situation (she totally did not get it), but I will be calling tomorrow morning to make sure. If it’s not done I may be taking a leave of absence from work to drive down to the doctor’s office and yell at someone. I am SO frustrated. Another day delayed.

I have explained everything to the insurance coordinator (who tried putting the pre-auth on file with insurance so it’d be ready when the referral came through, but it was sent back so she needs to wait). She’s very sweet and very understanding.

If this gets filed tomorrow (which it had better be, or I am going to have a complete FIT) it gives a week, Thursday to Thursday, so I can order the meds Thursday and have them arrive Friday. A week. This is still doable. I’m not ready to throw my hands in the air yet… but I’m really freaking out. I am angry because I am scared.

But the lupron did arrive as promised, so I had my first injection tonight. It was almost anti-climactic. I remember my first IVF cycle, when I read the instructions five times, wrote notes, studied diagrams, had to draw up the medicine three times before I got it right. This time it was bam-bam-bam, done. My fingers are practiced at needles. And, as before, I barely felt it. The lupron is easy.

So I am just following the plan until things either work out or fall apart. I won’t know for another week, basically. It’s a matter of holding my breath and waiting. And possibly calling to yell at some receptionist… we shall see.

Deep breaths. I somehow have to concentrate through work tomorrow. And I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceburg on that matter.