How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

Greetings and salutations to all who deem this worthy of your time...

Brought up Dec 26, 2012

Happy New Year

I got two phone calls this morning that are proof of how my life is about to get turned even more up side down. The first, I expected; the second has had me stewing all afternoon.

The first was confirming my appointment tomorrow with the guy or gal who will be putting me to sleep in a few days. She told me to bring a list of any meds I'm taking and something else that escapes me at the moment, but all of that is no problem. She said it would be about an hour and a half. Okay, that makes it even more real.

The second call was from some book keeper at the damned hospital. Now, I have not even set foot there yet, and this broad starts off telling me how much my insurance will pay, and asked how much I planned to bring with me as a down payment on the remainder. HUH???

I sat in stunned silence until she spoke again. I had no idea I would be expected to make a down payment on CANCER SURGERY!!! Now if it were elective, like a tummy tuck, face lift or a boob job, sure. This is my damned life and these assholes are already badgering me for their money??? I haven't even been inside the place yet!!! I came close to hanging up on the cold, hateful bitch. She then asked if my doctor had discussed his fee with me yet. She began naming off the expenses of the hospital stay, 'probable' radiology (her words, as if she had been informed of all my condition) and follow ups. Is this standard practice now??? I am royally pissed off that some damned book keeper/clerk is suddenly talking to me as if she has some say in my treatment, and with about as much compassion as a Sherman tank.

When I gave birth to my children, the only other times I have been in the hospital, it was known well ahead of time that the child would be born, yet we did not hear a word about the balance the insurance didn't pay until months later. I was diagnosed about a month or so ago, and for a few seconds, I was suddenly led to think they would refuse to allow the damned cancer to be cut out of me. The woman then proceeded to say that she would make a note on my chart that I was to be given some envelopes, specifically yellow envelopes that are pre addressed, and once we receive a statement from the insurance company, we are to call a certain number to make monthly arrangements. What the hell is some book keeper doing with my confidential files? I did not sign anything stating that some heartless bitch could start calling me about money before the damned surgery even takes place.

I guess this is more to lay at our beloved President, Senators and Representatives' feet. I really appreciate how, in twenty years time, I have gone from getting about a 300 dollar bill three months after my daughter's birth to some faceless, cold bitch asking me to pre pay possible 1000s for the surgery to save my life. Yeah, I am pissed off. It makes a person wonder just who sets the price tag on a life...

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year, Kandy...

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