StressTest

Okay, here's an update. Yesterday I went in for a scheduled stress test and sat for over TWO HOURS before seen. During this time, one of the staff comes up to me and questions about the doctor I'm seeing. Apparently because I saw Dr. A before (Years Ago!!!), now I can't see Dr. B, whom I am scheduled to see. Who needs a test when you get stressed out like that?

Fortunately, a nurse called me in and said they just switched the name on my chart. Don't know why they couldn't have done that in the first place.

But Dr. B sees me (and I have to say that he was very, very nice) and asks why I'm having a stress test because I'm 'young.' (Ha, ha, but I take my compliments when I can.) Sees something off about my last two EKGs and asks me to have an echo-something-or-other. Only thing is, the technician isn't in and they can't reach her on the phone. So I go home with an appointment for a stress test the next day (which is today, Thursday) having accomplished exactly zilch. Needless to say I had a breakdown and could not stop crying for a while.

But the technician came in and called me to come back at 7:30 so at least I got that out of the way. She was also very nice and explained everything. Seeing your own heart beating is awesome.

Then things start to turn around. I was supposed to go in at 2 today but got a call asking if I could come in at 10:30. I was so happy because I would have had to fast until 2 p.m. I hate fasting.

I was pretty much taken in right away. After all the worry, the stress test wasn't bad at all. First they inject you with a dye, then you wait 45 minutes. Then they take pictures of your heart with a big machine (which is nice and quiet, not like an MRI), Then you wait some more, then you do the stress test. I didn't know what to expect because I've never had a chemical-induced one, but it was SOOO easy. Seriously, I only felt a brief tingling from the stuff they used. The stress test itself was over pretty quickly. Then, of course, more waiting and then more pictures.

Finally, I get a thumbs up and a promise they will contact the hospital.

And then...


...I get a call from my surgeon's hospital coordinator that the FREAKING INSURANCE HAS NOT APPROVED THIS YET.

Seriously, WTF?

I am promised that they will work on UHC from the early morning tomorrow. Meantime, I'm scheduled for 10:30, which is a great time. I will take my shower with the special soap they gave me and will fast after midnight, all in the hope this actually goes through tomorrow.

At this point, I'm not going to make myself crazy worrying about it.