I have tried, according to UT Southwestern, since the MVA in July 2013, with the 18 Wheeler, to get into their program since around October 2013, but had the wrong insurance. I evidently sent them releases of information, etc. and I don't remember ever hearing back from them. Then in 2014, I had this great Primary Care Doc, from India, who truly exhibited care for other humans, unlike some of these old white guys running around spouting off their love for Jesus. My PCP, in Austin, did his very best and he knew I was getting worse, falling more often, not one doctor in Austin, not one neurologist could explain the CenterPons issue and T2 Flairs, etc. Not one Neurologist in Austin, who were alleged TBI specialists, could explain the water holding issue, the falling...they, all 3 I tried, denied any TBI. But my PCP sent in referral to UT Southwestern because, "I had this big idea they could help..." No memory of trying once before. Then, being misdiagnosed with a MH issue, this psychiatrist recommended I go inpatient and from the MH Hosptial, they could find me treatment. I checked my phone and my PCP had submitted a referral, however the Psychiatrist at the MH Hospital was also a Neurologist and suggested I get help at the very best, being Boston Mass General or Harvard. Having two dogs, living in an RV, and having a Big Truck were standing in my way. But I talked to the people at UT Southwestern to find out I had the wrong insurance and needed a specific PPO. So, I self advocated and got myself a move, which Medicare allows a change of insurance on a "life changing event." It only took one month, they have had paperwork since 2013 on me, and now I have my first appointment. My mom, who until lately, has been unsuportive, really not understanding, has taken notice of my shortcomings, as I am close to them now. She's seen me just fall for n reason, not have words, use words wrong, not being able to some things as well as before, and pretty much have the motions of someone her age, 82. She is going with me to the appointment to help me explain and help the doctor. I really want to go inpatient as ADL's are a struggle for me. But I'm finally getting help and it is a relief, but I'm nervous as well. I found a man who will watch my dogs for me, and I trust him and he is willing to barter for help with his landscape and well pumping for irrigation which is a hobby for me, once I get better. Nervous, excited, thankful, blessed beyond measure. Just wanted to share that self advocacy is hard, but that is what it takes to get things done. No one but you knows you better than you, and no one can get it done, until you get it done. It's hard, time consuming, and the outcome will be what you want. The resources are there, keep praying and keep digging. God opens windows, shuts doors, and leaves these crannies open, and sometimes the crannies are where the blessing lye. Thank God for allowing me to get the help I need. And if this is not it, Spring will come and thanks to Mitt Romney, Massachutes has a insurance exchange he set up and everyone gets insurance, though his donors want him to deny the ACA! He was a man for the people once...