Welcome to my hell.
Actually, camping this weekend went well. I read three books :). Which was what I wanted to do, so I spose all's well that ends well.
I did call again to try and get help. Which I don't think exists. This time they gave me numbers of like 3 or 4 places. I'm supposed to call them and see if they have 'what I'm looking for,' then have them call this useless referral line, then find an insurance card and go in. I also tried to find out what my co-pay would be. They gave me another number to call. I think if anyone can make it through their ridiculous referral procedure, they've proven themselves much too resourceful and motivated to possibly be depressed. I wonder if the suicide rate is up for their patients. Probably.