I sure as hell do. I just spent several days trying to line up my yearly mammogram and a chest X ray my doctor wants me to have—to no avail.
“Oh, my office doesn’t take your carrier, so you have to go have these done up in Assboink, NJ.” I explained that I do not have a car, so he did a bunch of paperwork so I could have it done in Comical Corners, a 45-minute walk away. I call the Comical Corners Imaging Center. “We close at 6:00 weeknights, so you’ll have to come on a Saturday. We can schedule you for an X ray in three weeks—but no mammogram for a month.” Oh, and now I not only need a prescription from my doctor, but a “referral,” explaining why I have to go to Comical Cormers and not Assboink—otherwise they won’t take me. I finally threw up my hands and cancelled the whole deal. If they want me dead that badly, I don’t want to disappoint them.
I’m not even going into the time my HMO wouldn;t pay the hospital when I had a spinal injury. “Pre-existing condition,” they called it. “Well, if you hadn’t had a spine, this never would have happened in the first place.”
Yes, I know it’s worse in the UK, where a friend of mine had her surgery cancelled three times (on the day of the operation!). And I know it’s worse in third-world countries where you just crawl into a Dumpster and die.
But, jiminey! why do these damn HMOs make it as difficult as possible to get anything DONE?!