I’m coming up on my diagno-aversary. Is there such a word? If not, I’m claiming it. A week from today will be 4 years since my office diagnosis. And even though I have had appointments, blood work, and recent surgery which show me as NED (No Evidence of Disease), I still get the heebie jeebies. I don’t think that will ever go away. Ever.
On the hernia recovery front, each week has gotten a little bit easier. My tummy and abs are still very tender. The area where the mesh was put in will be sore for a while. My surgeon is kind of awesome – he doesn’t sugar coat things. I asked him how long that would hurt, and he basically told me, “Until it doesn’t hurt anymore.” LOL
I’ve been back at work for a week now. And, as usual, when I have had to file a claim for Short Term Disability with Metlife, I’ve been screwed out of a week’s pay. My case manager is horrible and she doesn’t return calls or communicate at all. She asked me to call her on the 1st (the day I saw my surgeon) and give her an update on my status. I did, as well as faxing a copy of the letter I got stating I could return to work on 8/8. I also had my surgeon’s office send over the office notes and other supporting information. I confirmed all of this stuff had been received on 8/3. This past Saturday, after I called and left several messages asking the status of my case, she FINALLY left me a message (with no call back number) telling me I had 1) not called her on the 1st (bull – I had the name of the person I spoke with because she was not answering her phone); 2) had not provided the requested information (again, had confirmation all faxes had been received on 8/3); and 3) hernia repair surgery only requires a 2 week recovery time. Yeah – I guess if that is the only thing you are dealing with. I sent her another SCATHING email this morning, with everything she requested. I had my doctor’s office fax over the stuff again. I also laid out for her each time I had called, who I spoke with, and what was faxed. I also informed her that perhaps if HER paycheck had been $1,000 short, she’d think differently about her nasty voicemail.
Sigh – I guess I’ll continue to fight for what is mine. Always.
In other news, I am feeling better. Work is work, and life goes on.