Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this wonderful Wednesday? Things here are happening. Dad’s been trying to get a generator installed and everything is happening all at once with that this week. I also had my “Mobility Evaluation” with my PCP yesterday (April 14th). So, I thought I would give you all a quick update on the Wheelchair Saga (part 1 is here). Don’t worry. The post will be almost as quick as my appointment!

According to my previous post, we left off after my phone interview with Universal Med Supply. After that, I received like ten reminders to go to my doctor’s appointment. As if I’m the unreliable one in this situation. Although, I will admit that Universal surprisingly did what they said they were supposed to do. They sent the doctor the paperwork and even got in touch with the office to explain exactly what is needed. Before the actual appointment. Color me impressed. Not that I would’ve known any of this if I was relying on them to keep me updated. Luckily, my doctor’s office has been fabulous about letting me know when they receive things and generally keeping me updated on their end, so I didn’t bother the sales dude at Universal too much. I did send him one email over the two week wait to let him know my doctor had confirmed she’d gotten the paperwork for my appointment. But not my usual amount of pestering people for updates.

The appointment itself was super short. We got in early and were out within 30 minutes (total). Everything the doctor needs was stuff she could pull from my chart. Granted, I’ve only been seeing her a year and a half or so, but she took over the practice from my previous doctor. The doctor who delivered me. So, new doctor has 40 years worth of charts on me if she needs them. Mostly, Universal insisted she get a height and weight for me, both of which are in my charts. Apparently she asked if she could just use my last visit info so I wouldn’t have to come in (I saw her for a 3 month check up in February and go back for another in May), but that wasn’t acceptable. And what do you think the paperwork was all about? That’s right. It’s to prove that I’m cripple enough that I deserve a wheelchair (the only means of existing outside of a bed for me), but not so cripple that I should just be put of my (read: everyone else’s) misery. The doctor seemed surprised by this, but it’s the same thing I have to prove every single time I need something. It doesn’t matter what I need. I have to prove I’m cripple enough. Even though my diagnosis is one of the “never getting better” ones. It’s like insurance makes things as difficult as possible in the hopes that you to get tired of fighting and just fade away. Oh wait. They do. But anyway, the appointment went well.

I have an email out to the sales dude asking what the next step is, whether they have behind the scenes stuff to do, what I have to do, etc. It was after 6:30pm when I sent it, though, so maybe I’ll hear back tomorrow (today?). Wednesday, as I sent it on Tuesday. We’ll see. I’ll do another update when I know what’s going on.