And it just gets better and better...
Someone from AbCare phoned me yesterday to tell me that my appointment had been changed from 8am to 2pm, that the one doctor who specialises in transgender patients is not accepting new patients. When I asked to see the nurse practitioner that also specialises, I was told that my insurance wouldn't pay for any services performed by her. I explained, while trying to stay calm, why I wanted to see Dr C, that I was pre-everything and that was why Jon* made enquiries on my behalf before he made the appointment with Dr C.
"Oh, Dr B can handle that, and if he has any questions he can ask H about it."
That's...that's great. Change my appointment without asking me, thereby disrupting not only my schedule but the schedule of the person who was going to come with me, but now cannot. Oh, and while you're at it, lie to me about how this doctor supposedly isn't taking new patients, then give me a doctor who knows sod all about gender transitioning. That's just wonderful.
I'm trying to be positive, I really am, but I'm getting sick of this rubbish. I'm going to keep pushing and I will fight if I have to, and I will bloody well win. If they give me any more crap, I will call upon my Gays and they will descend upon Buckhead in a fury of rainbows, unicorns, and glitter, and their vengeance shall be swift and fabulous.