I’ve never met anyone who says, “Gosh, I really love insurance companies. They make my life so easy and I never have to worry about anything.” If I ever meet that person, I will strangle them with my bare hands and consider them a sacrifice to the insurance gods.
Back in April, Brian was sent via wailing ambulance to the emergency room because they thought he was having a heart attack. To make a long story short – he wasn’t and that funny little blip on his EKG turns out to be his normal heart rythm. Yes, it’s slightly abnormal for a regular old Joe, but since my husband’s name is Brian, it turns out that is his normal, perfectly healthy, heartbeat. Only the multitude of doctors didn’t know that right away so he was admitted and strapped to machines that whirled and beeped and spit out paper with funny little graphs on them. The next day he went home and the following weeks were filled with appointments with cardiologists and stress tests and ultimately he was given a clean bill of health and told to quit smoking (DUH!), exercise more, and stress less. So essentially he was told to do everything he knew he should already be doing.
Since April I have been fighting with the insurance company over paying the several thousand dollar hospital bill. First they said it wasn’t pre-certified and then they said it wasn’t medically necessary. The latter really pissed me off and I replied (in a barely controlled voice), “They thought he was having a HEART ATTACK. Does it get any more necessary?!” I’ve appealed the decision, the hospital has appealed the decision, and for the past several weeks I’ve been playing a waiting game – keeping my fingers and toes crossed that they will pay this bill and I can take my kidney off of eBay.
Today I saw that familiar envelope in the mail and said a little prayer to the insurance gods – begging for just a little bit of mercy before ripping open the envelope. Denied again.
Anyone willing to purchase my kidney?
