Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Ahem, Your Poor Bookkeeping? Not My Problem!

Damnit, I was in such a good mood when I got home tonight, and then...

I opened my mail.

I was a bit curious when I saw that the envelope was from my former gynecologists office, with whom I have unfortunately had to part ways. It's a clinic at a very large (and, I might add, somewhat prestigious) hospital. Before you get all jealous, note the word "clinic," ie- people who have no money. I was poor enough to qualify for Medicaid for several years, and so was graced with their heretofore excellent services. However, Medicaid is the only insurance they accept, so now that I've joined the ranks of the HMO-insured I am shit out of luck.

Anyhoo, I was a bit perplexed, so I open it up and it is a bill for FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN DOLLARS! What the fuck?!? I haven't even BEEN to that doctor in nearly a year. I know, because I was supposed to make an appointment to see them in August and I never got around to it (Bad Froggy), so I haven't been there since sometime in 2006.

I read further.

The bill is for a service rendered on August 28, 2006.

Apparently they waited until August 18, 2007 to bill my insurance, at which time I was no longer covered under Medicaid.

Who the hell waits a YEAR to charge someone's insurance? And how does this become MY problem? What the FUCK??

And the kicker? The doctor's name at the bottom is someone who's never been near my nether regions! I have no idea who this man is, but I know damned well he never removed portions of my cervix with a very long needle!

Sorry, too graphic? I apologize.

Their voice mail already got an earful. Woe to the accountant who returns my call tomorrow.

Woe indeed.


Princess Pointful said...

What the hell?
That is pretty much the most ridiculous thing ever.
Stick to your guns, girl!

Samantha said...

That is absolutely absurd! Please let us know how it turns out.