Providing Care... for a price:

We've all heard about gas prices and how some places are increasing the margin between cost and sale price - I suppose that is crafty marketing - not good marketing. I don't want to spend this blog complaining about that though. Here is what I am miffed about though.

Back in July, about one week before I was to leave for Croatia on a missions trip, I got really sick. Being the stubborn person that I am, I refused to go to the doctor. The need to get well and the prodding of people who cared about me forced my hand and I went.

While I was there, I was told that I had nothing more than a simple cold. Ok, I know my body and I know when a sniffle is a sniffle and that having no voice, spiking a fever so high that it made me curl up and fall asleep on the floor, no energy, a splitting headache, loss of hearing, and an imbalanced equalibrium says to me that this is a little more than the common cold. The doctor hands me a perscription for what is a glorified Psudaphed (an over the counter decongestant)....

I had to go back AGAIN because my head felt like it was going to explode and that I was going to rupture my eardrums. The medicine which I was told would make me feel better actually made things worse. I almost had to beg for an antibiodic.

Here it is now 2 months later and I am being told that I owe them $77. I am insured - this doesn't add up. I have claim numbers, check numbers, dates received/cased, and an explanation of benefits that says otherwise. In conversation with my parents, I discovered that some places will actually send you a bill hoping that you'll pay them ON TOP of what your insurance pays them. This is a load of crap.

So on my slate of things to do tomorrow, I have to add a special visit to Noblesville to make my case. But for now, I make a phone call.... if they will not listen then, I will make my case face to face. I pray for patience and the love of Christ to fill me in times like this because inside, I know that the raging Italian is just waiting to burst forth in vidicative rage... and we don't like it when that happens