My husband won’t even deal with his own medical bills. My solution is to tell people that if they want to get paid, they will work with me. Otherwise, just keep calling & mailing & see where it gets them.
I am no longer giving them a choice. They will allow me to be part of the process & have input or I will remove them from the equation. I will move him to new doctors until I find one that works if need be. They are used to working with people who only have Medicaid and may need help with transportation & all kinds of things. I don’t have to work within those limits.
I spoke to the hospital case manager today & even though he called & spoke to me at 8 AM, he’s sure I’m dead. Last night, he was sure he was dead. This is not acceptable at all when they could have monitored him weekly and adjusted his meds based on symptoms. To neglect him like this simply because he is too sick to work with someone he’s paranoid about is beyond me and I’m not having it.
His old doctor would see him weekly when we were doing med changes, even if it was just a dosage change. He would see him more often if we needed to, although we might have to wait a long time to be squeezed in, and he would make small changes over the phone as long as he had seen him recently. I need to find another one like that since I don’t want to take him back to a pediatric psychiatrist at this point.
If the Risperdal is all it takes to get him back to a good place, I am going to be beyond mad - even if I can’t show it & burn his bridges. If I lose it & tell them exactly what I’m thinking, in the way I want to tell them, they’re going to be sure I’m the crazy person.