What Doesn’t Kill You Won’t Kill You
Feeling much better, I decided to run some errands today. Me + Cancer = The Same Person with a Twist.
First thing I did was to return that dang CPAP machine. You see, because I have had a difficult time with the sleeping, due to my breasteses being lopped off, I have refused to continue to struggle with the CPAP. This choice I made has forced the sleepy institute to label me “Non-Compliant”. Once the sleepy institute labels you non-compliant, the insurance company doesn’t want to cover the cost of your CPAP.
I had to be compliant for 21 days for insurance to cover my CPAP. Alas, I got The Cancer at a bad time (I would have preferred to time my getting The Cancer to after Thing 2’s high school graduation, but, what are you gonna do). That being said, the sleepy institute didn’t feel the need to work with me and shuffle some paperwork until a later date so it was suggested that we either return the CPAP before the 20th of this month or we pay for the CPAP out of our own pocket.
Decisions. Decisions. Pay cash for a machine that keeps me more awake than asleep, as I heal from breast removal surgery (hello Medical Terminology Pals!) or return.
So I took that mofo over to the CPAP office of the sleepy institute and had a really fun time with a technician who had the personality of a CPAP machine (breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out).
You know what unfriendly people get from me these days?
My attitude. Yes they do!
“If you want to use a CPAP in the future, you’ll have to go through a sleep study test all over again.”
“No I won’t,” I said.
“Yes. You will.”
“There’s nothing that can put this on hold while I deal with cancer and the chemo?”
“Alright then. Cancer trumps CPAP. Take it away!”
“Put the supplies in the bag, you’ll have to pay for those.”
“That makes sense. I can’t use the thing and I get to buy and own the things I can’t use with it.”
“No it’s not.”
Man. I was peppy and crabby. I do believe the fever is finally gone and I am back!
Also? Diet Coke tastes good again!
I made my Go Away sign for the front door. Just so you know – we have a very very very long sidewalk that leads to our front door. There’s no shorter way to get to the front door unless you want to hop a fence. Once you reach the front door and have to turn back, rejected, it’s a long walk back out to the street.
So my sign reads:
Sorry you had to walk so far
to learn this.
we did something
good for your heart
and you left us the heck alone.
It’s all good.
I’m going to be tempted to follow their course from the windows at the front of my house.
I might just wave.
Seriously. I am feeling much better now. If you hadn’t noticed.