My PICC line appointment for this morning got canceled.
Insurance company approved the line but denied the drugs and the home treatment. That's a hell of a lot of money we don't have right now, so we will fight it. In the meantime, I'm waiting by the phone for any word from the doctor about the appeal we're making.
Not that I'm in a hurry to get stabbed with needles, but I'm completely out of antibiotics and this little baby needs to be protected from the evil spirochetes. Plus, my bones hurt and I'm twitching up a storm (which makes me look silly) so the sooner I'm treated, the better.
Time to buy a winning lottery ticket or just keep my fingers crossed that my insurance company decides to stop being stupid and actually do what it's supposed to do. I'm not holding my breath for either.
I am a mother and writer with Chronic Lyme, on the road to acceptance and recovery. I was bitten in 1996, diagnosed 2008. I am living proof that it is possible to live meaningfully and have happy, healthy children while battling this terrible disease.