I got a call this morning from the transplant team coordinator. She was responding to a message I left last week about the growth hormone not actually being approved by insurance and there being a problem. On the message I mentioned that I wasn’t sure who was handling this, but Dr. Caring had told me that they were.

Essentially she yelled at me. She told me that they do not handle anything pre-transplant. I said that’s what I had been told. After she angrily told me that they didn’t (OKAY I GET IT), she said that my Dr. isn’t a great communicator anyway and implied that is at the base of the problem. 

Now that really is funny. Anyone remember that the same department LOST. OUR. PAPER WORK? And I had never heard from them? Yeah. Thought so.

It’s getting harder to zen breathe. It’s getting harder to visualize love, peace and jumping bunnies. Okay, maybe I am visualizing jumping bunnies. They are just getting hit by cars.