Monday, April 9, 2018

Mission and BCBS are large, impersonal and seemingly uncaring health care systems



As a healthy, 63 year old I was convinced their severing of ties would not directly affect me. That changed the morning of September 26 when I accidentally caught my short on fire while changing a light bulb over a gas stove.
The Mission ER was initially very efficient as they were told from urgent care I might have third degree burns. Once they determined no third degree burns the nurse was called away and I was forgotten until she returned to discharge me. She thought someone else would take care of me while she was busy. No one did. I was at first told I would be healed in two weeks and to see my family Dr. in two weeks and apply Vaseline twice a day with sterile pads to the wounds.  Prior to being discharged, I was encouraged to visit the Mission wound center for further evaluation and told they would call me to set up the appointment right away.
No one called and it was impossible to speak directly with the wound center to get an appointment. Some centralized call center handled the appointments. After much persistence, I was able to get my appointment for the next day. They spent an hour with me with an MD. popping my blisters, nurses changing my wound, and evaluating my burn. Since I had no feeling under my arm, it was possible I had third degree burns requiring skin grafting. Rather than billed as specialist co-pay I was billed as outpatient hospital care and a one hour visit cost over $1100 rather than the anticipated $70 co-pay.
The wound center said they would order supplies to be delivered to my home paid through my insurance. No supplies and no call. Impossible to speak directly to a nurse, rather call and leave a message and hope they eventually return your call. I did not even have the name of the supply store. Finally, I found out the name of the home health agency supply store in South Carolina and learned when I called them they did not deliver my supplies, as I had not yet met my deductible. Ended up at a local pharmacy to get me through until a larger order could be made.
Mission gave me a form to request continuation of care through the wound center and BCBS called me and approved the care within a few days. Upon my return to the wound center three days later, I was seen by a physician assistant who recommended a plastic surgeon consultation (in BCBS network) to determine if I needed skin grafting. She spent way more time with me than the MD. earlier in the week, changed my dressing, was exceptional in her care and concern and took the time to inform me more about what to anticipate. Her hour-long visit was billed at $67 and I felt was money well spent.
The plastic surgeon ordered a prescription for an antibiotic crème to be applied every 4 hours around the clock. He initially ordered 1 jar with 8 refills and BCBS determined the jar was a week’s supply. It was no more than a two-day supply. When I called BCBS to tell them I needed a refill right away to avoid infection and a costly hospital stay I was told I could leave my number to call rather than stay on hold for over 1 hours’ time.
When no return call came, I called back and waited on hold for quite some time. When I finally reached the live person who could deal with my situation I was told there was nothing they could do and to pay out of pocket and seek reimbursement later. Later in the day BCBS returned my initial call and the woman who called me back had a severe burn from a car accident air bag deployment so she knew the urgency of my need. She said she had the ability to expedite my request and she would get back to me the next day. Still no word from her and when I went to refill my prescription the next afternoon she had been able to get the crème approved. When I returned home there was a message from her saying my RX was approved. However, BCBS still said 2 and then 3 jars were enough for 1 week. They were not.
Every few days I was hassling with BSBS to get my needed crème and I had reached my limit of exceptions and was denied my refill. BCBC rep said she’d expedite and return my call and never did. Next rep I spoke with when I called them back told me RX was denied. He worked at a wound center in Georgia previously so he too understood my urgency. He listened to my situation and called the plastic surgeon’s office with me at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. They closed at 5. The nurse learned from the BCBS rep she could order more than one crème at a time. “How about eight,” she said. The next morning I had my refill and BCBS now says eight jars is a week’s supply.
When I received my Mission bill, I called the business office to apply for financial assistance. Since I am self-employed, I was told I needed to complete tax forms to verify my income. They were to be mailed to me. I was told no need to worry about my bills until my financial assistance was resolved. No letter came until I received bills in the mail and some third party collection agency phone call. When I called the business office, they said my request was ended when no papers were received. The rep apologized for the harassing phone call and reinstated my application with a promise to send me itemized bills and financial aid forms.
When two weeks later still no papers came I again called the business office to learn somehow I had been approved for a partial rate reduction. I immediately paid the revised bill and was quite relieved not to have that hanging over my head anymore. I again requested an itemized bill.
To this day, I have never received an itemized bill. I did however get a letter from Mission after I paid my bill in full telling me I had been approved for partial financial assistance. My wife’s employer has switched her health plan in January away from BCBS. I am grateful to be seeing one of the few small practices not affiliated with Mission.
While many of the people within Mission and BCBS were exceptionally caring, the large volume of patients and bureaucratic systems limited them. If I never again have to interact with BCBS or Mission Health systems then I will die a happy man.