Trapped in an Ouroboros

After two more rounds and--I shit you not--10 more phone calls, I think I finally figured out the deal about getting Leelo a meds consult at the MYND Institute.

We can't have one. The MYND will only accept a referral from Leelo's pediatrician with her medical group's support. Her medical group won't support it because they consider it to be a mental health issue, and want us to take it up with our insurance. Our insurance says we can go see anyone we want at the MYND as they're all part of our HMO, but that the insurance co can't themselves authorize that referral--it has to come from our doctor. Who's got a hole in her fucking bucket, dear Liza.

Once I'd finally sussed all this out and called the MYND to ask about self-pay (we have a flex-spending account so we'd get the money back), they told me that really, I shouldn't bother anyhow as they're so slammed for availability that they aren't accepting new patients.

THANK YOU, FUCKERS, MAYBE YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT LAST MONTH.

Back to the list of local referrals for Autism meds specialists. Which I should have been pursuing in tandem, anyhow. Lesson learned.