Rant alert!
Dec. 14th, 2001 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpOkay, now I'm going to strangle this boy. I can't believe that this boy and I were ever in love. I don't see how someone can be like this, I really can't. Everyone in the universe thinks he is the nicest, most polite person in the world. Jesus.
I am currently covered by his health insurance. His health insurance's policy, when it comes to me, is to NOT COVER ANYTHING. I have no idea why. I never go to the doctor, and had not used this insurance until October, when I got strep really badly and ended up in the emergency room. I saw 4 doctors in that time, and ended up incurring a /lot/ of bills. A's insurance is currently kicking all of it out. I keep getting bills and statements and bills and statements. They haven't paid for any of the doctor visits, though they are all supposedly 'in plan.' They haven't paid the emergency room, calling it 'out of network' even though it is the hospital that they TOLD ME ON THE PHONE TO GO TO. So anyway, yet another statement came today, to tell A. that everything was out of network.
I ask him if he can talk to his benefits people and his insurance people and find out what is going on. I am more than capable of talking to people on the phone, but it's not my place of employment and it's not my benefits manager and hell, I don't even know who his benefits manager is. He turns around and says, "You call them." I say, "You have to call them. It's your insurance." He says, "I'm not going to run around all over the place for you. They're /your/ bills." To which I now want to say, "Actually, technically, they're yours." But I didn't. I'm sitting here, being pissed off.
What the /fuck/? I spent the last 5+ years running around for him, making appointments and calling banks and finding apartments and sending resumes and goth knows what else, and it's TOO FECKING MUCH for him to go to his benefits manager and say, "Hey, why aren't these claims being paid?"
Jesus. So I'll call these people, and they will say they're not responsible for the bills. And then he will need to go to his benefits manager and find out why. And this whole thing will be for nothing. Why is it too much trouble for him to do this? WHY?
I should call Jeff Redfield and see if I can still move into his guest room.
I am currently covered by his health insurance. His health insurance's policy, when it comes to me, is to NOT COVER ANYTHING. I have no idea why. I never go to the doctor, and had not used this insurance until October, when I got strep really badly and ended up in the emergency room. I saw 4 doctors in that time, and ended up incurring a /lot/ of bills. A's insurance is currently kicking all of it out. I keep getting bills and statements and bills and statements. They haven't paid for any of the doctor visits, though they are all supposedly 'in plan.' They haven't paid the emergency room, calling it 'out of network' even though it is the hospital that they TOLD ME ON THE PHONE TO GO TO. So anyway, yet another statement came today, to tell A. that everything was out of network.
I ask him if he can talk to his benefits people and his insurance people and find out what is going on. I am more than capable of talking to people on the phone, but it's not my place of employment and it's not my benefits manager and hell, I don't even know who his benefits manager is. He turns around and says, "You call them." I say, "You have to call them. It's your insurance." He says, "I'm not going to run around all over the place for you. They're /your/ bills." To which I now want to say, "Actually, technically, they're yours." But I didn't. I'm sitting here, being pissed off.
What the /fuck/? I spent the last 5+ years running around for him, making appointments and calling banks and finding apartments and sending resumes and goth knows what else, and it's TOO FECKING MUCH for him to go to his benefits manager and say, "Hey, why aren't these claims being paid?"
Jesus. So I'll call these people, and they will say they're not responsible for the bills. And then he will need to go to his benefits manager and find out why. And this whole thing will be for nothing. Why is it too much trouble for him to do this? WHY?
I should call Jeff Redfield and see if I can still move into his guest room.
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Date: 2001-12-14 06:34 pm (UTC)Maybe this is the god(dess)'s way of getting you fired up to get the hell out of there. Do ya want me to have Meggie get you some books tomorrow? I can bring them when (if) I get my hair cut too.
I know you don't like to be coddled when you are angry, but since I'm a few miles away -- consider yourself officially squeezed and kissed on the forehead.
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Date: 2001-12-14 10:32 pm (UTC)If Meggie wanted to find me books, I wouldn't complain. And you're absolutely right ~ this is certainly Someone's way of lighting a big, fat fire under my butt. And I'm paying attention.
I'll call you in the morning. We'll talk haircuts. And thanks again. :)
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Date: 2001-12-14 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-12-15 06:54 am (UTC)Dude, you said 'dude.'