I just got back from an abortive mission to get my boobs squashed. Last week, I spent an hour on the phone with my health insurance provider (Aetna, in case you care or are interested in toilet papering their corporate offices or something). I was told that my mammograms at the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance (the place where I've had them done before) would be completely covered, so I called SCCA and made an appointment. Today I headed over there for the mammogram, and guess what? Not covered.
I don't know why I ended up crying in the Patient Financial Services office at SCCA. The two people working there were horrified and I could tell they felt really bad for me. I know I am a big fat baby about this stuff, but I swear I have already put in at least an eight hour workday trying to get this stuff scheduled, and still my boobs remain unsquished. It's not like I'm trying to plan a trip to Mexico here. I just want to make sure I don't have cancer. Okay?
I called Aetna again and managed to get put through to a supervisor. The supervisor did not pretend to give two shits about my wasted day off or how long my mammograms are being postponed. Why should she? It's not like I can opt out of the Aetna plan before November anyway. And even then I probably won't, because this is the only plan available to me that pays even most of the costs of the boob stuff. I don't know what the going retail price of a mammogram is, but I'm guessing it's about 3-6 weeks of my salary.
The asshole Aetna supervisor did eventually give me the number to another Mammogram-o-rama, so I called them and made (another) appointment.
Me: I need to make an appointment for a mammogram.
Appointment Lady: Okay. Are we doing both breasts?
Me: Sure, why not?
Her: Ha! Good point.
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