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They’re Doing Some Wild Stuff With Body Mods These Days

, , , | Healthy | September 29, 2023

Several years ago, I broke my ankle and had surgery, which left me with several screws and pins holding me together. Recently, I needed to get an X-ray for some unrelated foot problems. The technician popped her head out of the room to ask me a question.

X-ray Tech: “Excuse me? Is the hardware in your ankle from a previous surgery?”

I stared blankly at her for several seconds.

Me: “Ye… es?”

X-ray Tech: “Oh, okay!” 

I really wish I would have asked what the other options could possibly be.

Ma’am Must Make More Mindfulness, Not Negligence

, , , , , , | Working | September 25, 2023

My last name is kind of difficult to spell, so whenever someone asks for my name, I just hand over my driver’s license. Usually, people see it and understand why I did that.

I recently switched primary care physicians, and I have to go through enrollment at my first appointment. The receptionist greets me by motioning “come here” with one finger, giving me no eye contact or other acknowledgement.

Receptionist: “Name?”

I start to hand over my insurance card and driver’s license.

Me: “[My Name]. I’m here for my first visit with [Doctor].”

She pushes the cards away.

Receptionist: “First name?”

Me: “…[My Name].”

Receptionist: “Last name?”

I start to spell it out.

Me: “I-N-G—”

Receptionist: “I-M-G?”

Me: “No, sorry. It’s N as in ‘Nancy,’ not M as in ‘monster’.”

Receptionist: “Okay, I-M-G—”

Me: “No, it’s N like ‘nobody’ or ‘never’. Are you sure you don’t want my ID?”

Receptionist: *Abruptly* “Fine!”

She snatches up the ID and insurance card. After a lot of typing, she tosses them back at me.

My appointment goes well, but at checkout, the receptionist still has my name spelled with an M instead of an N. I keep trying different words to get the point across.

Me: “Look, I get that they are very similar sounds, but there is no M as in ‘married’ in my name.”

Receptionist: “We’ll fix it. See you at your next appointment.”

A few weeks later, I get a letter from the office in the mail. My name is still misspelled, and they are charging me the full amount for the visit because my insurance company says I don’t have coverage with them. It’s no surprise to me, since they probably sent the information with the wrong spelling. I decide to call the office. 

Me: “Hi, my name is [My Name]. I got a letter from your office saying I owe the full amount for my visit, but I have insurance.”

Receptionist: “Yes, we reached out to the provider you gave us, and they rejected the claim. You are not covered by them.”

Me: “But I am. Did you bill them for [My Full Name] or the one on this bill?”

Receptionist: “The name on the bill is the one you provided. If you—”

Me: “The name on this bill is not what I provided. I gave you my ID after you repeatedly spelled my name wrong. I’m not paying a bill for [My First Name] [Wrong Last Name].”

Receptionist: “You gave us your information. If it’s wrong, that’s your fault.”

Me: “No, it’s not. I remember you specifically kept putting an M as in ‘moron’ instead of an N as in negligent.”

Receptionist: “Spell your name.”

Me: “I as in ‘idiot’, N as in ‘neglect’, G as in ‘gaslight’—”

The receptionist quickly rattles off the rest of my name.

Receptionist: “Correct?”

Me: “As long as you changed that second letter.”

Receptionist: “We will rebill and get back to you.”

A few weeks later, I got a new letter saying I only owed $40 for a copay. I filed a complaint with the practice, and they said it would be investigated. I haven’t seen the receptionist since, but that doesn’t mean she was fired.

Better Than Just Making Stuff Up… I Guess…

, , , , , | Healthy | September 23, 2023

My mum recently went to her General Practitioner to try and find out what was causing a problem with one of her fingers.

Doctor: “So, how can I help you today?”

Mum: “It’s this finger. It goes completely white whenever I’m cold.”

The doctor examines the finger for a minute.

Doctor: “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Mum: “So… what do you suggest I do now?”

Doctor: “Have you tried Googling it?”

Suffice it to say, she really hopes she doesn’t get the same doctor next time she goes! I mean, I thought doctors were supposed to encourage you NOT to Google your conditions!

When It Comes To Insurance, It’s Never “The End Of It”, Part 2

, , , , | Working | September 21, 2023

Reading this story reminded me a lot of what I went through when I still lived in the US, left my last full-time job, and went on disability, which entitled me to Medicare. (Until Medicare kicked in, I was on my wife’s insurance.) My wife and I worked for the same company, and when I was there, I had full-freight medical insurance; she only had bare-bones. Once I left, she signed up for full-freight insurance and listed me as her spouse/dependent.

For TWO YEARS afterward, anytime I went to a doctor’s appointment, they’d take my insurance card, scan it… and then come back and tell me:

Receptionist: “Your insurance is no longer active. You’ll have to pay full price.”

Me: “Did you look under my Social Security number or my wife’s?”

Receptionist: *Looking at me like I’m an idiot* “Yours…”

Me: “Nope. I no longer have my own insurance with [Company]; I’m the spouse/dependent on my wife’s policy. Try looking under her Social Security number.”

Receptionist: *Looking completely astonished* “Oh! There you are!”

And suddenly, I didn’t “have to pay full price” anymore. Funny how that works…

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We’ll Bet She’s A… *Shudder* …Morning Person

, , , , , , | Working | September 20, 2023

I recently had to call my primary care office to schedule an appointment.

Me: “Hello, this is [My Name]. I need to schedule a four-week follow-up with [Doctor].”

After the usual checks and some typing…

Scheduler: “She has a 9:00 on Friday, August 18th.”

I don’t really want a doctor’s appointment first thing in the morning.

Me: “Does she have anything else? A tele-visit is fine.”

Scheduler: “Do you have a preference for another day or time?”

Me: “No, just not… then.”

I hear more typing.

Scheduler: “What about 2:30 on Monday the 24th?”

Me: “Um, that’s this Monday? No, it needs to be a month out.”

Scheduler: *Suddenly huffy* “Well, that’s why I asked!

I’m not sure if she forgot that she was scheduling a four-week follow-up but it still seems strange that my rejection of the Friday 9:00 am slot sent her looking days rather than weeks out. We ended up arranging it for an appropriate Tuesday afternoon.