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Why I Want To Be President

When you're President you have many perks. You get your own chauffeurs, chefs, maids, butlers, gardeners and secretaries. While all those things sound amazingly inviting there is really only ONE perk that I want right now.

On call doctors and specialists. The best of the best. Right at your beck and call. No waiting rooms. No waiting for referrals. No medical billing red tape.

Not like me. Noooooo.

I've been in medical H eeee double toothpicks today. Neurology dept at Children's Hospital called to say they'd be calling back. Um, ok. Calling to say you're going to call. You know, later and stuff. Fine. Then the call back to say that because we haven't been to their particular clinic in a few years they are going to treat Ashley as a new patient.

Um, hello? We spent enough time there, LIVED in that hospital literally, to finance that new wing you've got there. New patient? Um, no. We were just there two weeks ago. Ok, no, not to Neurology. To the Spasticity clinic and to physical therapy. We're not new.

I've spent more time on the phone today than is physically good for me. Doctors, referral people, clinics, insurance, doctors again, nurses, and the list goes on. We can't make an actual appointment until they have the referral in their hands. Our particular insurance doesn't require us to have referral for services. We can pay! We have insurance. They want the reports from the paramedics that treated Ashley and the paperwork from the hospital that treated her afterwards. Paper paper paper. What happened to the digital age? Files can be sent over that new-fangled internet thingie. I should mention that to them during my next round of phoneapallooza tomorrow.

I can't imagine the stress that people without insurance must experience. Oh, I don't have to imagine. We've been there too.

So, I want to be the President. Ashley would have already been seen by the best of the best. She would already have had her MRI's and her EEG's and all the other things in order to determine the anti-seizure medication that she needs.

So make me a write in on the ballot people. I could really use the help.


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