*Cries In American*
A thirty-minute ambulance ride with three EMTs, one dose of steroids, and a nebulizer treatment (respiratory failure) resulted in a bill of over $1,500. Because I was on disability and only received about $800 a month, I just didn’t have it.
I called a couple of times to try to set up a payment plan, but no one ever called back, so it went to collections. I got the letter and saw that the collection agency had a specific phone line for setting up payments.
Collector: “What kind of plan are you thinking of?”
Me: “I can pay about $100 a month.”
Collector: “Ma’am, are you aware of how much this bill is?”
Me: “Yes, I—”
Collector: “$100 a month will take you over a year to pay off.”
Me: “I know, but—”
Collector: “I’ll tell you what. We can set you up on four payments of—”
Me: “No. I can barely make this payment. I’m on disability. I only get $800 a month as it is.”
Collector: “Okay, so if you do $400 a month—”
I lost it.
Me: “Are you f****** kidding? Can you pay for everything in your life with $400 a month? I have to buy medications and food and—”
Collector: “Ma’am—”
Me: “I am offering $100 a month, and that is it.”
Collector: “I can’t approve that.”
Me: “Then find someone who can, or you won’t see a penny.”
Collector: “Hold on.”
I know it was rude. I know he was “just doing his job” and someone will undoubtedly say that I shouldn’t have taken the ambulance if I couldn’t afford it. Since the other option was dying, I took the ambulance.
After a few minutes, he returned to the line.
Collector: “I spoke with my supervisor. If you can make your first payment right now, we can approve $100 a month. But if you’re late once, the whole bill will be due. You will owe $100 by the fifteenth of every month.”
I get my payments on the tenth, so that worked.
Me: “Fine, thank you.”
It was a rough year, but with the help of my friends and family, I paid my debt in full.