I got a call from my gynecologist’s referral nurse a while ago. My referral finally got authorized. But like everything in my life, it can’t be simple or easy.
Because there’s no one in my area — or any of the surrounding areas, for like, a 100 mile radius — affiliated with the network that took over for my insurance in February, I am being sent to a specialist in the Bay Area. Which is a 3 hour drive away. My insurance’s transportation services don’t even travel that far. Well, they might, but they need “verification” first, whatever that means.
I don’t have an appointment yet, but I also don’t know how the hell I’m going to get to the Bay Area — multiple times — to see this specialist. It’s not like they’re going to just send me to this guy for surgery without a consultation or pre-op appointment first. Plus there will be post-op to figure out. I don’t drive (at least I don’t own a car) and my boyfriend’s car is old and won’t be able to handle one trip, let alone multiple trips. I’ve learned over the years that it’s a lot to ask people — even family members — to take you to doctor appointments, and one this far away is simply too much to ask. So I don’t know what I’m going to do.
This also means my treatment choices will be limited. I simply won’t be able to travel back and forth to the Bay Area for hormone suppressant shots once a month, or once every three months, or what have you. So I’m probably going to have to just have them take everything out.
What’s most frustrating is knowing that there are specialists nearby (or at least closer by than the one I’m being sent to) who accept my insurance, but because they aren’t affiliated with the network I belong to, I can’t see them. Instead I have to figure out a way to make repeated trips over 100 miles away to get this issue sorted. Since endometriosis is such a common disease among women, it’s shocking that there’s no one in my area who treats it. It’s a load of B.S. to be sent to an entirely different part of the state for treatment.
But, there you have it. This is how everything in my life always goes. There can never be an easy or simple solution. Of course, things wouldn’t be as complicated if I had a car, or at least my boyfriend had a car capable of making the trip. But, it is what it is. I suppose it’ll get sorted out. Somehow.