Once upon a time, a southern writer and journalist came to the Pacific Northwest. Here's what happened...
16 November 2010
The Only Thing That Could Possibly Spoil My Mood
Would be for the scheduler and verification specialist from my doctor's office, with whom I have an appointment for pre-operative testing at 1:45 this afternoon, to call and tell me that my insurance will only be able to pay 40% of the total cost of the pending procedure I have scheduled to alleviate and permanently eradicate the herniated discs that prevent me from maximizing efficiency and living a completely pain-free existence. It's not like I don't have 1,000 other things that I really should be concentrating on. I have the paper, the pending patho exam, the diabetic patho cards that need to be composed, the English assignment due... All I can do is cross my fingers and hold my breath and hope that this is a situation that remedies itself with as little of my efforts as possible. You'd think that the whole reason we pay gigantic insurance premiums would be to prevent someone with a specific need from having to pay $70-80,000 for a medically necessary procedure. Hopefully, all will be worked out well before my appointed time.
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