Hormones are really quite fascinating. Surges and plummets in hormone levels can account for any number of conditions and/or behaviors. Too much of hormone A, too little of hormone B, and a person might just flip out. Well, I’m going to blame the fact that I burst into tears on a public street yesterday on the hormones. Because I couldn’t possibly have been that upset.
The saga of completing my visa application continues. Having been transformed into a pincushion last week, I had to return to Dr. New’s office to receive official documents on which the results of my blood work and vaccinations were printed, have the visa forms filled out in triplicate and have a chest x-ray done, even though my PPD reading was negative. Dr. New was fairly obliging but the problem came when I requested a copy of the lab results (required by the visa application). Apparently, he couldn’t just print them out (despite the fact that he’d just read them off his computer screen) – I had to go over to medical records for a copy. And apparently, medical records couldn’t just print them out either; they have to send away for them (which takes 5 to 7 business days) and the records cost $75 a page.
With a deep sigh, I explained that I didn’t have 5 to 7 business days (my flight leaves the day after tomorrow) and inquired whether someone else could come in my stead and pick up the records for me. “Sure,” the medical records person brightly responded and gave me a form to fill out. Once that was done, I headed over to the x-ray section to have my lungs photographed. The medical assistant on duty was very pleasant until I handed over my insurance card.
“Oh no, we don’t take Aetna,” she scoffed. “They don’t pay their bills!”