I guess I just assume everybody knows how horrible it is to get sick in George Bush’s America. I dashed off that post yesterday about the medical collection vultures at Grant & Weber because they had just called to hound me and I was pissed, I didn’t expect it to reverberate. But that’s just the very small tip of the iceberg.
Click on the Blue Cross claim at the left. This was the bill from just one (count ‘em ONE) of the three surgeons who operated on me in January. Notice the part that says “it is your responsibilty to pay…” Notice the “denial message.” Notice that my deductible ($2500) has already been satisfied for the year, as has the total $11,000 out-of-pocket for 2007 (although the claim form doesn’t mention that). Which also had to be satisfied for 2006. Now multiply this by all the tests, four months of chemo, expensive drugs that Blue Cross doesn’t consider “necessary,” and the two more surgeries I have to have this year. And I am someone who is counted as “fully insured” in George Bush’s America, although I think Eve has it right when she calls it “
death murder by spreadsheet.”
It’s not like the disease isn’t bad enough on its own.
Now here’s a picture of Marcy sitting in my new chair which Jeff Lomonaco found for me.
Sometimes you just have to blast through it and accentuate the positive, know what I mean?