I was shaking so hard this afternoon while opening the statement bill from my hospitalization last month. I snoop the approximate bill, and it wasn’t good. I was so worried that I've indulge myself to work 9 days post-operatively(with the knowledge that ER had already been busy), because I was thinking that I would be paying it for millions of years.
My husband read it for me, `coz it was dizzying with all the dollar signs charged on me between 2 doctors & ER visit, 2 surgeries and hospitalization. All in all, according to hubby, I just owe them $363.20 mickey mouse dollars. Oi! I had a health plan discount (employee discount), then my health plan itself. Juice mio. What a relief.
Lord, thank you for backing me up!
Side note: We were busy the other day that we maxed out our gurney-patient ratio. A man with a male child was clamoring about he pays the highest taxes in that area and would not be able to get a room right away (they were in the hallway gurney) dang! Are you serious, man? I didn’t even know that our 5 tier triage process just changed based on how much you pay taxes). Child was crying because he hurt his side. Dad yelled at our physician, police officers had been called. Automatically, child had a full work up with IV access (IMO, not needed, really~ but dad’s yelling made it worse.)
Diagnosis: child made it home (of course) with just contusion (see what I mean). Dad~No cure for stupidity.
Lesson: Don’t make a fool of yourself. Remember, we’re the closest hospital in your area. I will be looking forward seeing your arse....again!mwehehehehehe
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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