So, last week I ended up getting a fun ride in an ambulance to my local hospital to be diagnosed with the flu. I was having a pretty difficult time breathing or to use the technical term hyperventilating (see I'm moving through the alphabet...first I was a hypochondriac now I'm a hyperventilator).
It was a rush trip so the getting of the insurance information somehow didn't quite happen...which believe me is quite odd. I have often considered getting my insurance information tattoo'd on my arm so I wouldn't have to produce an insurance card at all times. The only problem? What happens if I change insurance....
So needless to say I watch my insurance claims come through like a hawk...mostly so I can figure out how much to worry over the thousands of dollars I owe at the moment. Yes, it is a total stress reliever.
While I was studying my claims last night I finally realized that I hadn't seen a claim come through for the hospital yet. I mentioned it to Joe wondering if he had given them my insurance information. He didn't and I didn't and what do you know, this afternoon I got a call from the hospital. I'll bet they are interested to know just where the heck to send the bill.
Wouldn't it be nice if for once I could just pick up and say "hopsital visit, what hospital visit?" Of course I will return the call tomorrow and anxiously await the damage and then pay my portion. But man, there are so many other things I would like to be doing with that money....what's that I hear calling...Punta Cana? Unless I win the lotto the only thing I will be hearing is the ring of the bill collecter calling.