For information about getting enrolled and acquainted with TriCARE, read this.
For information about the Navy overseas screening process for moving abroad, read this.
TriCARE and I are frenemies. We generally live side-by-side, quietly tolerating each other. TriCARE Standard provides me PPO service, which I love, and I pay a little more per month for this service. In exchange, I stay the heck out of the base health clinics, where I would surely give management a piece of my mind on a regular basis. Because I went to nursing school, I KNOW how health care should work at a basic level. I don’t expect concierge service, this IS the Navy after all, but I do expect competent physicians to help me make sound health care decisions, and I don’t think that is too much to ask.
I had to go to the base clinic for my final Overseas Screening appointment today. Given that they’re paying for my move overseas, I made a pact with myself that I would be on my best behavior while there. Fair.
I arrived 10 minutes early for my appointment. My record was lost. I spent the next 15minutes trying to locate it, going from specialty area to specialty area. It turned out to be at the first place I checked. Par for the course.
When I arrived at the receptionist’s desk for my appointment, I was called back immediately. A very, very nice tech completed the pre-appointment (basic vitals and history) with me. He was great. He brought me to an exam room and said that the doctor would be in immediately. Things were going great
, but not for looong!
Over the next 50 minutes, 3 random civilians and 2 techs accidentally walked into the exam room (thank god I didn’t have to undress for this appointment!), but the doctor did not come in. Thankfully
in all my free time while waiting, I had the presence of mind to read my health record cover-to-cover. By the time the doctor finally came into the room, I knew exactly what was in my record.
The doctor asked me to come to his office. I handed him my record. He walked out of the room with my record. When he came back in, he didn’t have it. Then he had to find it. When he came back in, he put my record down on a side table. Then he forgot he put it there and asked me AGAIN where it was. Finally, I sorted out his
The appointment started out on a great foot: he panicked when he saw that I have a heart problem and made motions like he might not approve my going to Japan. As I was pointing him in the direction of a letter that my electrophysiologist wrote saying that I was clear for any and all activities, including overseas travel, he got distracted by a letter from my OBGYN. Apparently Navy doctors are unfamiliar with the term “GYN” and didn’t understand the abbreviation (it means gynecologist
you idiot masquerading as a doctor, it’s a standard medical abbreviation). He read the gynecologist’s letter and was confused as to why it wasn’t about my heart and I was facepalming SO HARD. I showed him the letter from my heart doctor. He was confused. Oh dear lord almighty, get me the F out of this “health clinic”.
The appointment got worse before it got better. And by “got better”, I mean that I was eventually able to leave with his approval for moving overseas.
Phew. Now that THAT’S over …
Here’s a little comedy for the day: I found the below photo today on good, old Facebook. Look closely. Do any of the predators remind you of a certain corgi?: (if you click on the photo, I believe that it will enlarge)
I believe that my little house predator, Normasaurus Rex, is a cross between #8 (Predator X) and #14 (T-Rex). Perhaps I should start referring to Norma as Predator N?!
Here are a few photos that I took just now. Note the back sleeping positions.
It looks like Michael MIGHT come home tonight. My fingers and toes are crossed, and Predator N doesn’t know it, but her little toes are crossed, too. She has been SO GOOD the entire time that Michael has been gone – I am SO pleased.
We are so lucky with her. She doesn’t usually chew things around the house, other then her toys and wood things, as well as my coat sleeves from time to time – so odd. She still has an obnoxiously high pitched bark, which reminds me of a shrieking 4yo girl, but she has let out a few REALLY QUALITY “BAROOOOO”s recently. She is also “talking” more, rather then barking, by making low pitched grumbling noises. She’s calming down quite a bit, and part of that is that she and I are getting used to each other and a lot more comfortable together. She knows that I’m mom, and she is extremely attached (especially after this separation with Michael). On the other hand, when she chooses to be bad, she is a demon hellyun.
Hopefully things go to plan, and Michael comes home tonight!