I have to admit, I am getting a bit anxious about the surgery. I have been planning for it for a long time, but until now it was theoretical, off some time in the nebulous distance. Not anymore. I have a tentative date and the countdown can officially begin.
Then yesterday, I received a phone call from the surgeon’s office. The insurance company denied the claim. The guy at the surgeon’s office assured me that this is becoming standard with the insurance company. They deny the claim and give you another hoop to jump through.
The insurance company wants a letter from my primary care doctor saying that I am medically cleared for surgery. My doctor already supplied a letter saying that I am a good candidate for the surgery. She won’t do the “medically cleared” letter until we do a pre-op appointment. I have an appointment for Monday. I do not know what she is going to require. Will I need more tests? I do not know. I guess I will find out on Monday.
The surgeon’s office assured me that once they have that letter, they should get the insurance company’s decision overturned in a day or so. We shall see.
Once the surgery is approved, I will then only need to do a pre-op with the nutritionist and then take a class on how to eat after the surgery, plus anything else the surgeon’s office will require.
For now, we have not changed the surgery date. We are still on track for the end of September.
Today’s cat picture is of my former cat Pounce de Lyon. I know, cute name. Friends of mine found him as a kitten, nursed him to health and gave him to me as a present. I had him for many years. He was an awesome cat. He was so beautiful and very friendly.
When I first got him, he attacked everything and everyone. When I had guests over, he would get so jealous of them, he would try to bite them. I had to put him in my bedroom when I had visitors. Then my sister brought home two kittens. He fell hopelessly in love with the female cat and became putty in her hands. This mellowed him out quite a bit and he became much more affectionate. He was always affectionate with me, just not with strangers. Once he mellowed, he loved everyone.
My cousin came to visit, and Pounce ran into the room to greet him. Pounce jumped into his lap, meowed, and laid down so that he could pet him. At which point my cousin asked if this was the same cat as before.
The gargoyle and dragon belong to my sister. She loves that kind of stuff. Pounce used to love to curl up next to this dragon and pretend to be stalking.