No Progress

 Well, it's been 3 more months along my "journey", and I'm basically moon-walking.

This "journey" I started in April is no closer to the goal that I was back then.  If you've been reading these blogs, you will have learned about my frustration with hoops and barriers that must be crossed in order to be "rewarded" with life-saving surgery.

I don't think there's a word for what I'm looking for.
If you hate black and brown people, you're "racist".
If you hate certain nationalities, you're "xenophobic"
If you hate gay/bi/trans folks, you're "homophobic"
If you hate lower class, poor folks, you're "classist".
If you hate disabled people, you're "ableist".
But if you hate fat people, you're just normal, apparently.  There's no word for that.
So let's call them "Lipidist".  "Lipid" for "fat", and "ist" just cuz that's what folks use.

Racist, xenophobic, and homophobic people are complete ass holes.
But  Lipidists are just normal, ordinary folks.  No one sees anything wrong with hating fat people.
I mean, it's load of fun watching us fall down and get hurt.  It's HILARIOUS to see someone struggle to fit into a 17 inch coach airplane seat for a 5 hour plane ride.  And who can't laugh at the hysterical mom, sister, and friend who dies unexpectedly of a heart attack?
"Just eat right and exercise!", they say, as they chuckle and puff on their Marlboro, completely free of their vices.

Anyway, the point of this post is this:  Never use Community Hospital South (Indianapolis) for your bariatric journey.  It won't be a journey.  It will be more like those Jews who wandered the desert for 40 years and still never found the Starbucks.
Seriously, it's ridiculous.  I went for all the blood work.  I went to their 4 months of dietician classes.  I logged every solitary crumb that I ate, all day, every single day for that 4 months.  I endured weigh-ins and classes and visits where I told them everything my food diary already should have.  I did the three hour psychologist "are you crazy" test.
I met with the physician.  I filled out the forms.

When the last dietician visit was had, and my Dr. submitted my form for "approval" to my insurance company, I thought I was near the finish line.

Nope.

It's been FIVE WEEKS since submitting a form that should take 30 days.  And the only notification I got today was from the "dietician" informing me that I need to answer many more essay questions, still asking what I eat, when, where, what exercise I'm getting, the square root of 144, and the chemical makeup of Mars' atmosphere.

Wait, what?  I thought I was done jumping through their hoops?  I thought I paid my dues and showed them I'm an obedient little girl who will do as they say so I can get my just reward (that I will have to pay good money for).

These dietician visits aren't free.  They cost money.  And the kicker is that my insurance didn't even require them!  What a great way to make a huge chunk of change while I suffer with hip arthritis.  I can't have replacement until I go through this fiasco first.  Even if they were to approve me today, it will still be a month before I can actually have my procedure.

It staggers the mind how they can do this to people.  People can be treated successfully here, and all they do is prolong their suffering, and make them PAY for it, to boot.  And please refer to my other blog where I show PROOF that these barriers and hoops have ZERO beneficial results in bariatric patients.  Patients forced to wait and do the dog and pony show fare no better than their counterparts who are granted their needed procedures right away.

Please, for the love of God, do NOT use Community Hospital Bariatric if you are hoping to find relief within a year.

I would like to point out that there is no "psychologist visit" required to get a boob job, nose job, or Brazilian butt lift, despite the fact that these are unnecessary and sometimes have a regret rate and, rarely, can actually kill you.
You ask for it, you get it.
But, apparently, fat people are incapable of making such decisions themselves.