Next step was calling the surgeon in the South End and making a consultation. Turns out that the office that was recommended to me does not take my f-ing insurance. However (!), the surgeon also has a practice at BU! The receptionist gives me the number to the BU office, which she guarantees will take my shitty insurance. I call, ask if they take my insurance (yes) and ask to set up a consultation.
At this point in the game, I'm under the assumption that, like my other dentists that I'm paying out of pocket for, I can just waltz in there in a week or two, get the consultation and book the surgery for what I was hoping to be around Thanksgiving. This would mean I could probably get the braces on before New Years. Well, that was a reality check, because the earliest I could get a consultation appointment was February 2009. Unacceptable! The girl suggested that I see if I can get the consultation at the original office (the one that doesn't accept my insurance) and transfers me back.
Luckily, I got a particularly sympathetic woman on the phone. I cry that I just want someone to pull my damn teeth out as soon as possible. She was so sweet and did me a favor. She booked an appointment for the second week of December at the BU office. I'm forever grateful. Mind you that this was early November. This is what I get for putting this off for a month.
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I know the frustration you feel with respect to insurance policies. It seems that by the time they publish their handy-dandy books with providers, the provider has retired, left the network or the profession. Even checking the website for providers covered by one's insurance is bound to come with mixed results. In this day of immediate data transferal, I question why it is so difficult for insurance companies to keep their information up-to-date.
In a way, I feel my time is being disrespected with all of the work that goes into finding a specialist.
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