Remember last summer when I had to go t the Emergency Room because my then primary physician would lift me from my wheelchair to the exam table because moving the crip was too much bother and the doc essentially forced me to the ER and I did. I went like a dummy. Insurance had been working pretty good for us and I figured ‘what the heck?’ Well today I got called by the collections people for the hospital—seems the insurance people denied my claim because the event was non-emergent. Some post-adolescent dorkas named Amy called—and I answered and now the collection department has got me. This cannot end good.
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