And thus ends my little retrospective on Jay's trip through the HMO system. I will never, ever, EVER EVER EVER put up with that again. I don't care if I have to sell all my art stuff and all my equipment, I will find the money to pay for whatever he needs, I don't care if I have to sell an organ on the black market, I will never let some insurance company tell me he's not sick enough for testing, or bully him out of followup appointments, ever again.